The Nothing—A Poem About Depression and Feeling Empty, Lost, and Alone that Rhymes
Desire eludes me like an admirable foe
in a game of hide-and-seek,
always hiding somewhere close
but always feeling out of reach.
I beseech this foul void
that inhabits my soul
to ask why it leaves me so tepid, so weak.
But the resonating silence
only echoes a future grim and bleak.
I wander through the realm of memory,
searching the past for the inspiration
and jubilation I lost somewhere along the way.
I track their footprints across past progress,
but their sudden, enigmatic disappearance leaves me dismayed.
Yet depression's misunderstood bane is not sadness
on display for all with sobs and uncontrollable tears
but an emptiness that keeps your heart hidden from yourself—
the absence of feeling when excitement shouts in your ears.
To witness beauty and digest it with the mind alone
pulls you to the borderland of existence;
the persistent numbness destroys the gates between life and death.
And there you begin to feel like a ghost
with little life within yourself left.
Desire, motivation, and inspiration
all snub me and leave me slumped in this bed
half-dead with no energy to get up into life.
Depression begins as a teardrop but ends as a phantom
who feasts on all feelings and blocks out all sources of light.
- This Rhyming Depression Poem Is Written by Justin Farley
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Beyond this Sad Poem About Depression
For a great deal of my life I never thought I was depressed because I didn’t feel sad, I didn’t cry, wasn’t suicidal, or have suicidal thoughts. But I failed to see that I often didn’t feel happy, motivated, inspired, ambitious, or love either. Depression has become more accepted and recognized by people, but I believe that the general public accepts or only recognizes one side of depression – the side they can relate to.
Depression Isn’t Just About Feeling Sad
Everyone has felt sad, lonely, “depressed”, or grief at some point. They can relate to depression in that way. Few people have felt emptiness or nothing at all for an extended period of time. At least when you feel sorrow, you feel something. A bad something is often better than nothing. Nothing feels not human. Nothing claws at the thing that makes you “you”, until you can’t find it anymore.
When someone is visibly crying and obviously distressed, it’s easy to get sympathy or at least provide real evidence why you can’t do something. Emptiness, however, can’t be seen. You still look the same. It doesn’t appear anything is wrong with you, but inside of you there is something cripplingly wrong.
Being Misunderstood Because of Mental Illness
How do you explain depression when you don’t really even know how to describe it? You may be labeled lazy by people who can’t understand, but you can feel lazy. Nothing is nothing. No desire. No motivation. No ambition. No feeling to do anything. Because feelings and emotions are one of the key elements that define us as humans, it’s too abstract for people that have never been clinically depressed to understand. It’s hard enough for us that deal with it to understand…
Sometimes you must act regardless of how you feel. I understand that. But behind acting for something you don’t want to do is feeling for something you do what. You may not want to clean the kitchen, but you do it anyways not because you have to, but because you desire a clean house. You may hate the temporary job you have, but you do it because you desire to work your way up in the company or because you desire money. And that’s why depression is hard to explain and hard to comprehend by others.
Not Wanting To Do Anything Is Part of Being Depressed
When you’re depressed, often there is NO desire. You don’t want to clean the kitchen and you don’t desire a clean house, even when you want to desire a clean house. You hate the temporary job and have no desire to show up, to make money, or the ambition to move up in a company, even though you want those desires. Humans do just about everything because of some desire, whether it’s directly or indirectly connected. The mundane work gets done because you have a greater desire for something else that requires it to be completed. People that are depressed often have no desire to do anything.
Being depressed is like trying to be in a relationship with someone that you don’t like, love, and find very unattractive. You try to will yourself to love them. You try over and over, but no matter what you do, you can’t force yourself to suddenly be attracted them them and love them. Sooner or later you hit a brick wall and give up because it’s draining you inside and nothing is changing despite all your attempts. Depression is like that, except life is your relationship and you want nothing to do with it, despite how much you want it to change. It makes you feel something other than being human and utterly alone.
You’re Not Alone In Your Suffering
I didn’t write this poem on depression to produce feelings of hopelessness or sadness. I think it’s important for those who suffer from mental illness to see other people’s struggles, so that they know that they are not alone. Mental illness isn’t fun and sometimes “trying to stay positive” is exhausting and self-defeating. That doesn’t mean that it isn’t a core part of getting better. But some days you just need to know that there is someone out there that is like you. That you’re not the only of your kind and can still relate to someone of the human race.
You may not ever be able to express what depression feels like or get others to understand. That’s not your fault or theirs. It’s just not possible because unless you’ve felt it, you can’t comprehend it. But you’re not alone, and there are thousands of people feeling just like you. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re depressed, but it does give you comfort knowing that you’re not the only one dealing with it. Hope only ceases when we decide we’re going to quit looking for it. Keep looking. Keep searching for a way out of your cold, dark night and back into the warmth of life.
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