Angela P it means that living gets harder as he gets older, after this sentence he explains that this is because people he know leave or pass away and because of the bad moments in life
"I know he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference. " I hadn't even teared up until that line was delivered. The way he held his mouth, like someone pressing on the cracks of a wall, trying to keep it together... I broke and you can tell he did too.
I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder combined with depression. This poem...ugh. This is _exactly_ what goes on through my head. No peace. No peace. I'm a prisoner of my own mind and a slave to my anxiety.
Painfully relatable. I have anxiety and depression too and on top of that I have physical ailments that severely affect my everyday life. It's so difficult to do ANYTHING these days and I kind of want to rip my face off.
"i try to remember that so many people want what i have, that when i turn on my lights i become part of a skyline that people look at and envy, that living here is a privilege, no matter how much it looks like these walls want to crumble."
the thing about not picking up the phone, not wanting other people to remember you, not wanting to leave your room because then other people can see that you are a person, that you are alive, when you are neither :/
I hate the fact that i can absolutely relate to every single fucking word he says. There is no better explanation i wish i could explain this like he just did this hits me so hard
My body is an apartment that I can barely afford because of the location, an entire world of possibilities accessible in some multiple of my footsteps, and for some reason, I can't make it out my front door. I'm staring at the splintered wood in the frame where she slammed the door on the way out and ignoring the leaks in the roof and how I'm running out of buckets, I'm trying to remember that so many people want what I have, that when I turn on my lights, I become part of a skyline that people look at and envy, that living here is a privilege, no matter how much it looks like these walls want to crumble. I pay my rent in late night laughter with loved ones, purple-pink sunrises on the drive home, laced fingers that feel to tight to ever come undone, but the price of existence grows higher every year. With every lost friend, every tear shed, every fight where I cannot make amends, every story I start to write where I cannot possibly imagine an end, I earn less and less and my rent is late, until a letter comes in the mail and says my rent has been paid. I have a roommate now or maybe I always have, someone who started out as this silhouette stranger on the other end of the bedroom of my brain. I am living with depression. There's no other way to put it. He puts my walls up, and everyone else stays out. He tells me he's the only who can stand these cramped quarters, where he seems to be spreading out more and more every single week, until there's no room left for anything that reminds me of me. I can't find room to eat anymore and I don't feel like collecting new memories, telling myself I only have room for the same old routine. I have a roommate and he makes my friends uncomfortable, because when he's around, I don't say much of anything. When he's around, I keep my voice low. Don't want to make him angry. Don't want to hear what he's gonna say. When I...when they leave, when he's around, we spend all my time together. When he's around, he's the only one with the energy to answer my phone, so I keep it shut off. I don't want to know whether people will keep trying to call. I tried to leave, tried to find other apartments with different beds, different drinks, different drugs, anything to forget that I eventually have to stumble home, have to see him in the living room, hear his laughter all night, keeping me up. I never want to leave my bed. He wants me to move out, I know. Wants me to vacate these walls with no bags packed. I know. Wants my friends and family to forget my name, only remember his. I know. I can tell by the wallpaper he peels off, by the thin, pink wallpaper blueprints he draws in my skin, his plans to make new bloodlines. I know he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference.
This is all too real, the analogy of equating Depression as a room mate is very multi- faceted. In the way that are rent and company is misleadingly comforting but then the overbearing nature gets too much, it's so great that this can reach so many other people who are enduring
I don't usually post comments on any video of RUclips, but this one of the most beautiful and painful things I've ever heard. I can totally relate to every word to every feeling. There's lots of things I wish to say or write, but I'm just gonna stick to.. this one is officially my favorite and some people will never understand why!
i've always loved slam poetry. this is the first poem ive heard to give me chills. this is really astounding and raw and it just sums up depression perfectly. this worded unspoken words in my head so well. just wow.
This poem has described my life for years, and I'm happy to have recovered. There is always hope. Always. I never imagined there could be. Please remember that, if you're suffering.
Going through the nightmare that is depression right now and this is exactly how things are. I wish the ignorant bullies who tell people to snap out of it could understand.
6 years since I've stumbled on this video and I still can't watch it without crying halfway through. Guess when I thought I'm fine it really isn't, eeh?
Anybody else bawl on this video? Lately I've been feeling the same way but have no words to spill from my mouth to other peoples ears so only that that they can avoid and have no response for me. I feel like this but it grows harder and harder to tell someone I feel like this. But you wanna know the fucked up part? I'm 16 and I feel like this every single fucking day.
+Maya_That_Weird_Chick Look into getting a therapist and go from there. I don't even remember more than a handful of memories from being 16. Mental illness literally took that entire year of my life from me, a long with so much else. I'm 23 now, though, and have been doing better the last couple years overall...
close all the doors let no one in the person you knew is no longer me lock all the windows make this my cell the dark is my prison this is my hell block out those sounds let life roll along I can still hear the music but its not my song by john brad
i held my breath throughout the whole poem especially when his voice began to rise i felt the pain all too familiar this was beautifully heartbreaking thank you so much for it
I come back to this video whenever my depression amplifies and I feel alone, unable how to explain it to people. It reminds me that lots of us feel like this, that lots of us suffer. It also reminds me that so many of us, no matter what anyone else sees or thinks can relate to each other and empathize with each other. It breaks my heart and brings me hope.
This was so raw, you could see it in his face. I just wanted to hug him. It was so painful, especially because I understood it. Also, the way he covers his mouth, rushes away and ducks his head down afterwards held so much emotion.
"When he's around, he's the only one with the energy to answer my phone So I keep it shut off. I don't want to know whether people will keep trying to call." Started bawling at this point
"...he wants me to move out I know wants me to vacate these walls with no bags packed I know wants my friends and family to forget my name only remember his..." :'(
I get most of the things he says, not everything, but every video almost make me cry. I think I would even if I didn't understand a single word. These guys are so much more than poets...
Someone close to me suffered in this way. How I wish this someone were alive. It seems to me that putting these feelings into poetry, or any other art form, takes control over the depression beast. It is a tipping point. Thank you for sharing this. You are a great speaker.
Wow this hit me hard not many people can put into words and make it so visual what living with depression feels like. I feel this everyday and when ever I open up about it I'm told to get over it. it's all in my head I should harden up.
this and explaining my depression to my mother are the most accurate depictions of depression i have ever heard
Taylor Alexa You should check out Patrick Roche's poem, "Couples Therapy" it is another good one.
Ikr!!!
Also check out "depression by: rage almighty" it's my favorite
Taylor Alexa You should also give couples therapy, by Patrick Roche a listen.
Check Depression, the secret we share
it's not poetry but it's very accurate too
"wants my friends and family to forget my name, only to remember his."
the price of existence grows higher every year... damn so right
Angela P it means that living gets harder as he gets older, after this sentence he explains that this is because people he know leave or pass away and because of the bad moments in life
Knows*
'I know he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference.'
That really hit home.
this part was it for me too
"I know he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference. " I hadn't even teared up until that line was delivered. The way he held his mouth, like someone pressing on the cracks of a wall, trying to keep it together... I broke and you can tell he did too.
PoeticPotato Wow, great way to look at it! 😭👌
I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder combined with depression. This poem...ugh. This is _exactly_ what goes on through my head. No peace. No peace. I'm a prisoner of my own mind and a slave to my anxiety.
+Weston James
Painfully relatable. I have anxiety and depression too and on top of that I have physical ailments that severely affect my everyday life. It's so difficult to do ANYTHING these days and I kind of want to rip my face off.
The same here ... Life is too difficult :(
Same/
Keep fighting I hope and know one day you will look anxiety in the face and show it uve won
"I try to find other apartments... With different drinks, different drugs."
Ow ow ow that hit me HARD.
You could here all the emotion in his voice it was raw and brought me to tears
"i try to remember that so many people want what i have, that when i turn on my lights i become part of a skyline that people look at and envy, that living here is a privilege, no matter how much it looks like these walls want to crumble."
the thing about not picking up the phone, not wanting other people to remember you, not wanting to leave your room because then other people can see that you are a person, that you are alive, when you are neither :/
I hate the fact that i can absolutely relate to every single fucking word he says. There is no better explanation i wish i could explain this like he just did this hits me so hard
when I can't sleep I listen to these and cry
me too
I'm up at 5am again, listening to this.
thats exactly what im doing
me too.
Doing this right now
My body is an apartment that I can barely afford because of the location,
an entire world of possibilities accessible in some multiple of my footsteps, and for some reason, I can't make it out my front door.
I'm staring at the splintered wood in the frame where she slammed the door on the way out and ignoring the leaks in the roof and how I'm running out of buckets,
I'm trying to remember that so many people want what I have,
that when I turn on my lights, I become part of a skyline that people look at and envy,
that living here is a privilege,
no matter how much it looks like these walls want to crumble.
I pay my rent in late night laughter with loved ones,
purple-pink sunrises on the drive home,
laced fingers that feel to tight to ever come undone, but the price of existence grows higher every year.
With every lost friend,
every tear shed,
every fight where I cannot make amends,
every story I start to write where I cannot possibly imagine an end,
I earn less and less and my rent is late,
until a letter comes in the mail and says my rent has been paid.
I have a roommate now or maybe I always have,
someone who started out as this silhouette stranger on the other end of the bedroom of my brain.
I am living with depression. There's no other way to put it.
He puts my walls up, and everyone else stays out.
He tells me he's the only who can stand these cramped quarters,
where he seems to be spreading out more and more every single week, until there's no room left for anything that reminds me of me.
I can't find room to eat anymore and I don't feel like collecting new memories,
telling myself I only have room for the same old routine.
I have a roommate and he makes my friends uncomfortable, because when he's around, I don't say much of anything.
When he's around, I keep my voice low.
Don't want to make him angry.
Don't want to hear what he's gonna say.
When I...when they leave, when he's around, we spend all my time together.
When he's around, he's the only one with the energy to answer my phone, so I keep it shut off.
I don't want to know whether people will keep trying to call.
I tried to leave, tried to find other apartments with different beds, different drinks, different drugs,
anything to forget that I eventually have to stumble home,
have to see him in the living room, hear his laughter all night, keeping me up.
I never want to leave my bed.
He wants me to move out, I know.
Wants me to vacate these walls with no bags packed. I know.
Wants my friends and family to forget my name, only remember his. I know.
I can tell by the wallpaper he peels off, by the thin, pink wallpaper blueprints he draws in my skin, his plans to make new bloodlines.
I know he wants me to move out.
Sometimes I do too.
I don't know if there's a difference.
had me in tears, absolutely encapsulating
this will forever be my favorite slam poem, it has so much meaning and emotion to it
I live with a person who suffers from depression, and it's hard for me to understand the walls they put up. This poem helped. Thank you for this.
How is your roommate?
This hit me so hard, you can clearly see the emotions on his face.. Totally... Amazing.
I didn't know I was going to church, until he started preaching! Yasss
I can recite this poem by heart now yet I still cry almost every time
Couldn't hold back the tears.
Not even done with hearing this poem and it's already my favorite.
This is all too real, the analogy of equating Depression as a room mate is very multi- faceted. In the way that are rent and company is misleadingly comforting but then the overbearing nature gets too much, it's so great that this can reach so many other people who are enduring
the amount of goosebumps i have right now....
I don't usually post comments on any video of RUclips, but this one of the most beautiful and painful things I've ever heard. I can totally relate to every word to every feeling. There's lots of things I wish to say or write, but I'm just gonna stick to.. this one is officially my favorite and some people will never understand why!
I hear you ;)
this is so accurate it hurts
Tannaleah Cornell yeah. This so raw and emotional and it just 👌🏻
The way he stutters in some lines really shows how much pain he's been through trying to say these things and yet always getting caught mid sentence
As someone who also struggles with depression, this is extremely moving. Phenomenal. I am in tears and covered in goosebumps.
I swear, I cry every time I watch it...I get chills...
The last few lines were just ringing with so much truth.
i've always loved slam poetry. this is the first poem ive heard to give me chills. this is really astounding and raw and it just sums up depression perfectly. this worded unspoken words in my head so well. just wow.
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thanks for this glad I watch
dandeliøns and däisies slam poetry isn't actually a a genre. this is a spoken word poem performed at a poetry slam. hope i helped (:
How comforting though to know that depression is roommates with many of us.
This poem has described my life for years, and I'm happy to have recovered. There is always hope. Always. I never imagined there could be. Please remember that, if you're suffering.
depression...he seems like a permanent resident in my apartment too. thank you for this, couldnt have explained it better
Going through the nightmare that is depression right now and this is exactly how things are. I wish the ignorant bullies who tell people to snap out of it could understand.
i cried so much that it actually hurt
For my English class we had to recite a poem and I memorized this whole thing. Thank you Dan Roman for this amazing piece of art.
I don't cry, and this broke me down. It's the best description of the monster I've ever heard.
6 years since I've stumbled on this video and I still can't watch it without crying halfway through. Guess when I thought I'm fine it really isn't, eeh?
I started crying. It always hits me hard when I realize people feel the same I do. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
Anybody else bawl on this video? Lately I've been feeling the same way but have no words to spill from my mouth to other peoples ears so only that that they can avoid and have no response for me. I feel like this but it grows harder and harder to tell someone I feel like this. But you wanna know the fucked up part? I'm 16 and I feel like this every single fucking day.
+Maya_That_Weird_Chick Look into getting a therapist and go from there. I don't even remember more than a handful of memories from being 16. Mental illness literally took that entire year of my life from me, a long with so much else. I'm 23 now, though, and have been doing better the last couple years overall...
close all the doors let no one in the person you knew is no longer me lock all the windows make this my cell the dark is my prison this is my hell block out those sounds let life roll along I can still hear the music but its not my song by john brad
I love all of the passion and emotion he says this poem with
i held my breath throughout the whole poem especially when his voice began to rise i felt the pain all too familiar this was beautifully heartbreaking thank you so much for it
That was amazing, it really hit me
Love when I can feel the poem as well as the poet can.
Pretty sure this is the most accurate description of depression that I've ever heard... I'm in tears.
You ever just get to the point where it's hard not to move out? This man has, and I have never related more to this poem.
I come back to this video whenever my depression amplifies and I feel alone, unable how to explain it to people. It reminds me that lots of us feel like this, that lots of us suffer. It also reminds me that so many of us, no matter what anyone else sees or thinks can relate to each other and empathize with each other. It breaks my heart and brings me hope.
The goosebumps during this...
What a fresh wand accurate way to encapsulate depression. Amazing!
Sometimes, he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference"
I just met him and I'm in tears
This was so raw, you could see it in his face. I just wanted to hug him. It was so painful, especially because I understood it. Also, the way he covers his mouth, rushes away and ducks his head down afterwards held so much emotion.
Just found this poem and storm of emotions exploded in my head.
I just feel sorry for everyone who goes through this and I want to hug them..
That was sooooo good. I love his intuned emotion
So brave. This is what Spoken Word is all about.
I don't suffer from depression but this hit me hard...
This hits close to home (pun intended).
"Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there is a difference."
Beautiful.
It got me tearing up, I know that feels too. Great poem.
"When he's around, he's the only one with the energy to answer my phone
So I keep it shut off. I don't want to know whether people will keep trying to call."
Started bawling at this point
I have been searching for poetry to explain how I feel all day and this is the best, and most accurate I have come across amazing job
"...he wants me to move out I know
wants me to vacate these walls with no bags packed I know
wants my friends and family to forget my name
only remember his..."
:'(
Dan Roman - Thank You from many of us.
Rest In Peace Kim Jonghyun. Your talent and kindness will be missed.
I'm speechless and in tears. Great metaphor.
I get most of the things he says, not everything, but every video almost make me cry. I think I would even if I didn't understand a single word. These guys are so much more than poets...
This so deeply resonates within me..
This was amazing. So pure in every way. I cried so hard
The emotion in this poem makes it so intense and so sad it's disturbingly incredible
I related to that so much and that was so touching aaand now im in tears
Each sentence he said, a new memory of my life comes floating by. Deep and a masterpiece!!
i cried so hard oh my god. i relate to every single word he said. the emotion he puts into it as well, my god. one of my favorite poems ever.
Someone close to me suffered in this way. How I wish this someone were alive. It seems to me that putting these feelings into poetry, or any other art form, takes control over the depression beast. It is a tipping point. Thank you for sharing this. You are a great speaker.
I’m sorry for whatever happened. Stay strong. ❤️
Wow this hit me hard not many people can put into words and make it so visual what living with depression feels like. I feel this everyday and when ever I open up about it I'm told to get over it. it's all in my head I should harden up.
This hit home hard. I cried much harder than I expected to. His words are beautifully painful.
well.... that just hit everything on the bullseye. nailed it. felt it.
I'm 37 and still feel like this 18 out of each 24 hours I go through, trust that depression knows no age
One word. Powerful.
The emotion and passion is incredible. I love this poem so much.
this made me cry. the way he described it is beyond amazing.
This is the first time I have come across this poem. Can’t believe I missed it for 7 years. This speaks to my soul 🥺
yup. explains a lot. it's not just in someone's head, it affects those closest to you.
This is beautifully, viscerally accurate.
Especially: "So many people want what I have."
One of the saddest, most beautiful, relatable things I've heard. This made me so sad & I wish nobody felt this way
his expressions are amazing. they really make you think and feel what hes saying
this is the first piece of poetry that has ever made me cry. well done.
You can feel his heart and soul in this, absolutely captivating... This left me breathless.
These poems have me feeling so many emotions
omg this was perfectly put, sometimes its really hard to describe depression bit he did, and he did beautifully. I felt this in my soul
Been dealing with major depressive disorder , anxiety disorder, & obsessive compulsive disorder and I relate so much to this . This is amazing
The energy, I felt it. Amazing and many blessings.
I've been living with depression for 7 years now and this is so fucking relatable. I am in tears.
This was beautiful.
I applaud you sir! That was so accurate I'm so glad someone else could put that into words.
Wow. Brave, brutally honest, metaphorically brilliant.
The emotion in his voice at the end just... wow. i've listened 4 times now. so amazing and so raw.
I'm in tears. I can't even!
this is so beautiful and powerful, despite all the pain in this performance, i can still see a beauty glowing out of his words
this hit me a little to close to home but god what a powerful moving poem
first poem ive seen which has actually made me cry