Poems about Mental Health and Mental Illness
#MentalHealth
Poems written by those experiencing mental illness, mental disorders and other mental health problems. You'll also find poetry written by loved ones of sufferers. A bold and honest glimpse into the reality of mental illness.
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Stitches
I knew I had to stop the bleeding,
so I entered mental health treatment,
and though I am stitched back together,
my mind, soul and body are disconnected.
I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.
No! I want to live in wild madness!
Psychotherapy and antipsychotics
do not hold a candle to the fun of madness!
Look into my eyes where my soul bleeds out.
Look closer, hopelessness will scream silently.
A teary soul stitched to a manic mind,
hollow of both my body now is!
Soul bled out, I am both sorrowful and...
so I entered mental health treatment,
and though I am stitched back together,
my mind, soul and body are disconnected.
I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.
No! I want to live in wild madness!
Psychotherapy and antipsychotics
do not hold a candle to the fun of madness!
Look into my eyes where my soul bleeds out.
Look closer, hopelessness will scream silently.
A teary soul stitched to a manic mind,
hollow of both my body now is!
Soul bled out, I am both sorrowful and...
#dark
#depression
#emotional
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
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I get triggered when I hear it...
I stopped being a victim
when I quit begging permission
to exist
in a world full of predators
no longer caring how they'd feel
if I fought back
showing my growing strength
because they never gave me the same courtesy
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& I hate the phrase
take back your power
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when it's stolen as children...
we never even knew we'd need it
much less how to keep it
it's importance lost on us
uprooted little seedlings
so we heal
one agonizing gash at a time...
when I quit begging permission
to exist
in a world full of predators
no longer caring how they'd feel
if I fought back
showing my growing strength
because they never gave me the same courtesy
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& I hate the phrase
take back your power
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when it's stolen as children...
we never even knew we'd need it
much less how to keep it
it's importance lost on us
uprooted little seedlings
so we heal
one agonizing gash at a time...
#confessional
#healing
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
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A Conversation on Identity and Derealization
Who am I?
What?
I don’t recognize my face,
even though I see it everyday. Can I truly be myself,
If I don’t know who I am?
Are you okay?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I ever did. I’ve lived in this body for all of these years, but I don’t know who I am.
You’re who you’ve always been..
Who have I always been?
Yourself? Why are you saying all these things..?
I don’t feel like myself, I don’t even know what that feels like. I feel like I’ve invaded a body and life that isn’t my own, yet...
What?
I don’t recognize my face,
even though I see it everyday. Can I truly be myself,
If I don’t know who I am?
Are you okay?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I ever did. I’ve lived in this body for all of these years, but I don’t know who I am.
You’re who you’ve always been..
Who have I always been?
Yourself? Why are you saying all these things..?
I don’t feel like myself, I don’t even know what that feels like. I feel like I’ve invaded a body and life that isn’t my own, yet...
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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higher odds
more than what meets the eye; something one doubts can be "cured" or truly psychoanalyzed; if life were a race-one's not even considering "1rst, 2nd, 3rd, 4th or even 5th place "prize"....further to the back of the track line
what's seen to most as "reality"-seems just like sounds heard, feelings felt, and images to one's eyes; food, shelter-a mere means to survive; interactions with others-axienty never fails to rise....
"The edge of tomorrow"(tom cruise)-forever limbo type vibes;...
what's seen to most as "reality"-seems just like sounds heard, feelings felt, and images to one's eyes; food, shelter-a mere means to survive; interactions with others-axienty never fails to rise....
"The edge of tomorrow"(tom cruise)-forever limbo type vibes;...
#MentalHealth
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for the love of sleep
The drugs merge in my system
take me under
and for a while
I can sleep
four hours
not enough
never enough
And this exhaustion
has me wondering
if I can shake the tree
of unmentionables
to see how long it takes
to get me some Special K
but I'm already straddling the edge
between what's legal
and what's not
and I'm not desperate enough
...yet
And I wonder
what's so wrong with me
that I'm losing time
to daylight dreaming ...
take me under
and for a while
I can sleep
four hours
not enough
never enough
And this exhaustion
has me wondering
if I can shake the tree
of unmentionables
to see how long it takes
to get me some Special K
but I'm already straddling the edge
between what's legal
and what's not
and I'm not desperate enough
...yet
And I wonder
what's so wrong with me
that I'm losing time
to daylight dreaming ...
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#sleep
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Engraving on My Headstone
Prefer you my romantical ghost
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
#depression
#graveyard
#love
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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Somber Season
Notice her skeletal hand
As she tugs the wine soaked curtains
See her dirty nails….
…..Or what’s left of them
For they’ve been chewed to the cuticle
I think she gave up long ago
When the seasons soured, she often wonders what went wrong
The renewal of spring, the sunny kiss of summer, the crimson and carmine of autumn, and winter’s pearlescent days
She never liked the cold, it consumed what little warmth was left
But there were angels in the snow, and that was enough for her
Four seasons have dissolved into a muddy river ...
As she tugs the wine soaked curtains
See her dirty nails….
…..Or what’s left of them
For they’ve been chewed to the cuticle
I think she gave up long ago
When the seasons soured, she often wonders what went wrong
The renewal of spring, the sunny kiss of summer, the crimson and carmine of autumn, and winter’s pearlescent days
She never liked the cold, it consumed what little warmth was left
But there were angels in the snow, and that was enough for her
Four seasons have dissolved into a muddy river ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#rain
#winter
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March of Yersinia Part 1 & 2
#MentalHealth
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Emotional Recovery #1 - Progress
I am dissociative. It comes from my Bipolar disorder, anxiety, and what I believe to be some sort of trauma from my previous relationship. It lasted right at a year, we lived together for the majority of it. I was the primary provider for financial stability, household organization and cleanliness (including her), emotional support, and overall relationship security and progression through difficult times. I willingly put myself into that relationship and situation, believing it was the perfect opportunity to a) get laid and b) get into a relationship; within a month after dating, I can also...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#healing
#MentalHealth
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Hoodie UP
When did everything become so loud
Or maybe I’ve just become quiet
Or maybe I’ve just become quiet
#MentalHealth
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Muted
Talking is hard sometimes.
I want to, I really do.
But the words are tied to a string weighed down deep in my stomach by rocks
and one very scary dragon
I want to, I really do.
But the words are tied to a string weighed down deep in my stomach by rocks
and one very scary dragon
#Autism
#MentalHealth
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