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 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
"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."
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.
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 don't usually post comments on any video of UA-cam, 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!
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'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.
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 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.
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 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
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.
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 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...
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 regulary return to this video, to this poem every once in a while, again and again, and it... It's nice to sometimes feel, like you might not be the only one, alone, in the whole world
I don't have words for this, I listened to it and I was so utterly moved and I hope poets like Dan Roman know that their words stay stuck inside people's skin for a long time.
"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
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. " 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 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 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
You could here all the emotion in his voice it was raw and brought me to tears
"I try to find other apartments... With different drinks, different drugs."
Ow ow ow that hit me HARD.
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
"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."
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.
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
had me in tears, absolutely encapsulating
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 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 will forever be my favorite slam poem, it has so much meaning and emotion to it
I can recite this poem by heart now yet I still cry almost every time
I didn't know I was going to church, until he started preaching! Yasss
This hit me so hard, you can clearly see the emotions on his face.. Totally... Amazing.
I don't usually post comments on any video of UA-cam, 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 ;)
Not even done with hearing this poem and it's already my favorite.
Couldn't hold back the tears.
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
As someone who also struggles with depression, this is extremely moving. Phenomenal. I am in tears and covered in goosebumps.
this is so accurate it hurts
Tannaleah Cornell yeah. This so raw and emotional and it just 👌🏻
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 (:
the amount of goosebumps i have right now....
I swear, I cry every time I watch it...I get chills...
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
The last few lines were just ringing with so much truth.
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.
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?
How comforting though to know that depression is roommates with many of us.
I started crying. It always hits me hard when I realize people feel the same I do. Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
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.
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.
Pretty sure this is the most accurate description of depression that I've ever heard... I'm in tears.
depression...he seems like a permanent resident in my apartment too. thank you for this, couldnt have explained it better
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
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.
I love all of the passion and emotion he says this poem with
What a fresh wand accurate way to encapsulate depression. Amazing!
So brave. This is what Spoken Word is all about.
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..
The goosebumps during this...
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
That was amazing, it really hit me
I just met him and I'm in tears
That was sooooo good. I love his intuned emotion
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. ❤️
Love when I can feel the poem as well as the poet can.
The emotion in this poem makes it so intense and so sad it's disturbingly incredible
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 cried so much that it actually hurt
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...
Dan Roman - Thank You from many of us.
One word. Powerful.
One of the saddest, most beautiful, relatable things I've heard. This made me so sad & I wish nobody felt this way
It got me tearing up, I know that feels too. Great poem.
Rest In Peace Kim Jonghyun. Your talent and kindness will be missed.
yup. explains a lot. it's not just in someone's head, it affects those closest to you.
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.
This hit home hard. I cried much harder than I expected to. His words are beautifully painful.
this is the first piece of poetry that has ever made me cry. well done.
"Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there is a difference."
Beautiful.
this made me cry. the way he described it is beyond 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
Each sentence he said, a new memory of my life comes floating by. Deep and a masterpiece!!
his expressions are amazing. they really make you think and feel what hes saying
Been dealing with major depressive disorder , anxiety disorder, & obsessive compulsive disorder and I relate so much to this . This is amazing
These poems have me feeling so many emotions
this is so beautiful and powerful, despite all the pain in this performance, i can still see a beauty glowing out of his words
I'm speechless and in tears. Great metaphor.
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
Sometimes, he wants me to move out. Sometimes I do too. I don't know if there's a difference"
I don't suffer from depression but this hit me hard...
I regulary return to this video, to this poem every once in a while, again and again, and it... It's nice to sometimes feel, like you might not be the only one, alone, in the whole world
came here again, tears still falling down my cheeks...
This was amazing. So pure in every way. I cried so hard
Amazing. Its a good example of how pain makes art which in turn makes it beautiful.
yes, exactly that. gosh. Beautiful poem, great phrasing, but the emotions and the overwhelming truth of it, yes, just it hits right in the spot.
The emotion and passion is incredible. I love this poem so much.
This was beautiful.
I have an anxiety disorder depression ocd and mild psychosis and this poem is the most relatable one I've seen yet
This had great emotion. You could feel it as he spoke it. One of the best expressed yet.
You can feel his heart and soul in this, absolutely captivating... This left me breathless.
I don't have words for this, I listened to it and I was so utterly moved and I hope poets like Dan Roman know that their words stay stuck inside people's skin for a long time.
I applaud you sir! That was so accurate I'm so glad someone else could put that into words.
I related to that so much and that was so touching aaand now im in tears
This so deeply resonates within me..
This is a perfect description. It hits me so hard. 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 🥺
There are no words for how raw and deep and real and haunting and amazing this was I literally felt this poem
The energy, I felt it. Amazing and many blessings.
I am wondering if I can ever get over with how true it is !
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
I'm in tears. I can't even!
"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