Depression Poems: When Depression Takes Over

by Love
(Cincinnati)

One pill, two pills, three pills, four

Tell my baby daddies they are whores,
five pills, six pills, seven pills, eight
I will meet them at HELLS gate,
nine pills, ten pills, eleven pills, twelve
I gave you my all, but you never prevail.
thirteen pills and two more
should do the job to end this war
called depression.

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Love,

I do hope that you have not or will not take your life?! Your poem is very expressive and, admittedly, a bit alarming. If you are seriously considering this I encourage you to seek out help. Please go to my depression hotlines page and check out all the resources listed there. I have so many to choose from!

Please know that while you may feel desperate and alone, there is always help out there. You just have to know where to find it and have the strength and courage to reach out.

My heart goes out to you,

Dana