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The topic of these three poems is depression. I picked depression for my topic because I think depression is something no one should be scared to talk about. All of these poems and paintings hit on what depression feels like and the paintings show a visual perspective on depression. These poems and paintings symbolize something bigger than just what depression feels like. All of these symbolize the struggles of trying to find yourself when you can't.

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Depression feels like you are just in a constant pain when nothing in reality is hurting you.

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Depression always makes you feel like you are not yourself and it feels like you are hiding behind a mask.

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Morning Kiss From Depression (By Beiibis)

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Morning Kiss From Depression (By Beiibis)

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Depression is like a demon that you have no control over what so ever.

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What do you call it when all you feel is pain?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
When you're tired of living and playing this game?
When you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame?

What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul?
When you smile and laugh but you know it's all a show?
When you feel like you've hit your all-time low?
When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows?

What do you call it when you feel so alone?
When you're in your house but it don't feel like home?
When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong?
When the wait to die seems too long.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/when-all-you-feel-is-pain

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I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.

Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
is finally over, and so I lie down
and wait patiently for the day that I die.

I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.

Then I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.

Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
no matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this...
why my existence is one long, endless abyss.

But it is and will be, so I cling to life,
as one day I might slip and end it with a knife.
But I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say,
and I hope that one day I will actually be okay.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-mask-2

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She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest
Making her believe
That the demons knew best

They were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right

These demons were destructive
Knocking down the life she knew
Hating everything about her
She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood
About to end the fight
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/demons-of-darkness