QUOTES ON #DEPRESSION

#depression quotes

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25 JAN 2020 AT 13:40

“You don't deserve Depression"

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27 MAY 2020 AT 1:15

ये हम कुछ लोग हैं बाशिंदे हैं अंधेरों के
हमें रोशनी की आहट भी सरासर ख़ौफ देती है

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14 JUN 2020 AT 20:17

I will lend you my ears,
When you have a story to tell,
Of being through hell,
And I will try to,
Put myself in your shoes,
For what you are going through,
Should not break you,
And I will lend you my ears,
So that you put down that knife,
And cling on to life,
We all have been there sometime,
No better or so much worse,
And when everything will reverse,
You will be grateful,
That you didn’t give up.

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30 MAY 2020 AT 20:44

My worst fear anyday is
I'll drop down dead from heights, so
I keep holding myself tight.








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18 OCT 2019 AT 22:08

Slipping through
the people, alone,
never did I connect.
It never felt like home,
rejections surrounded.
I may look like a normal person,
two legs and two hands
that do not know what to do
when wrapped around
like a sheath, all over.
You see my both eyes
blinking into emptiness
and a nose that smells
nothing but death.
Even if you all see me there
still like a statue
swollen with fear,
why can't I see anyone?
I just try
with failed attempts
to run away, far somewhere.
Why am I afraid of
absolute nothingness?
Is it because I dug
myself a coffin
to live within?

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5 APR 2020 AT 17:46

I am depression,
I give birth to pain and anxiety,
I kill happiness and curiosity,
I sow negativity,
I drink your tears,
I eat your belief,
I devour on positivity,
I drag people crazy,
I am suicidal,
I am deadly,
I am lethal,
I am your nightmare.
Will you be a part of me ?

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13 MAR 2020 AT 16:35

These days i don't breathe.
I take a chunk of air, pop it in my mouth and gulp it down with a glass of agony,
Like it's paracetamol.

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4 FEB 2020 AT 20:28

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13 SEP 2019 AT 21:48

Look, apologies are hard. It’s a discomfort like the sneeze that’s dying to make that ugly sound from within your throat. And apologies are beautiful. Like the rebuilt bird house after the uproar.

//please read in caption//

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27 MAR 2019 AT 13:24

The last time I saw you,
you were colder than my palms,
sweating of fear and guilts.
You have had grown layers,
while I was trapped under the folds,
of emotions, expectations and promises.
Your breaths were heavy,
heaving on mine, unabling me to breath.
The days you left me choking,
I skipped tiffin for a cup of tea at home,
and dinner to sleep a little more.
You grew fatter sucking my flesh.
Maybe that's how you died,
Of obsessive obesity.

To depression,
From boredom.

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