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.
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Today 2:05am
Today 2:05am
just thoughts
I know what I know; I don't know what I don't; I know fascination and debilitation exist in the same place....
if this were indeed a sort of simulation- a "vacation" is a distraction- it's not "escaping";
an ultimate sign that I've been ready to jump ship- is because sleep (seperate from dreams) to me is so amazing....
pain is what "motivates" one to even want to be creative.... when or if I'm released leased from this matrix- is when I feel I actually "made it"- if it means I'm no longer engaged in...
if this were indeed a sort of simulation- a "vacation" is a distraction- it's not "escaping";
an ultimate sign that I've been ready to jump ship- is because sleep (seperate from dreams) to me is so amazing....
pain is what "motivates" one to even want to be creative.... when or if I'm released leased from this matrix- is when I feel I actually "made it"- if it means I'm no longer engaged in...
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:46pm
Yesterday 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:00pm
30th Jan 2025 9:00pm
Blurr
I drink my coffee
what is it
I am drinking it for 100th time
I read my poem
blank
what is it where the joy
the high I felt yesterday
I take a walk
faces look barren
and the sky is gray
wet even though it is not raining
I meet my friend
the same conversations
my brain will find a hack
I listen to music
it is empty
what did I like about this tune yesterday
It is Thursday
and I utterly lack motivation.
what is it
I am drinking it for 100th time
I read my poem
blank
what is it where the joy
the high I felt yesterday
I take a walk
faces look barren
and the sky is gray
wet even though it is not raining
I meet my friend
the same conversations
my brain will find a hack
I listen to music
it is empty
what did I like about this tune yesterday
It is Thursday
and I utterly lack motivation.
#MentalHealth
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
30th Jan 2025 9:28am
Sonja at 18
Sonja at 18
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
Our healing village is down by the levee in New Orleans. I am deep in Psyche hospital funk. I am curled in a ball on the couch in a fetal pose. My mind is afloat in a Sargasso Sea of drugged peace.
The mind doctors take me off all my meds. I am alert and sitting for a change. Sarah and Pamela, who are counselors, walk by me. Sarah looks at me. “Paul did you know Pamela poses nude for artists in the French Quarter? You should come to a showing of her at the gallery after discharge.”
“That sounds like my cup of tea,” I reply, moon-eyed.
...
#healing
#love
#MentalHealth
#romantic
#sensual
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 4:27am
28th Jan 2025 4:27am
this darkness
You tell me there's light to be seen
if I just step outside
but I must be blind
under the storm cloud in my head
that takes everything beautiful
and leaves me hollow
You tell me the sunshine's waiting
but I can't bear the world outside
where people talk and smile
and live their lives in colour
cause if I go outside
I'll have to pretend I'm not a ghost
if I was any more empty
I'd be as invisible as the pain inside
It's dark in here
can't you see it's dark in here
(it's so fucking dark in here)...
if I just step outside
but I must be blind
under the storm cloud in my head
that takes everything beautiful
and leaves me hollow
You tell me the sunshine's waiting
but I can't bear the world outside
where people talk and smile
and live their lives in colour
cause if I go outside
I'll have to pretend I'm not a ghost
if I was any more empty
I'd be as invisible as the pain inside
It's dark in here
can't you see it's dark in here
(it's so fucking dark in here)...
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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Jade72
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
A mom's despair
I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#mother
#suicide
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Fishmander
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:12pm
26th Jan 2025 8:12pm
Metamorph
In an ocean stretched across time
The mouth of the void stirs, hungers
I will not waver, fail the climb
I walk the path where strength lingers
Misfortune attacks my steel breast
I ache for the sting of sorrow
Yet I go on in this soul-theft
Reach for rule beyond tomorrow
Terror is a shroud worn out, tired
I yearn for illustrious touch
The kiss of knowledge warm, sired
Waves to aid me along this crutch
This oath bites, burns and leaves it's mark
Leaving me bare, wanting for life as such.
The mouth of the void stirs, hungers
I will not waver, fail the climb
I walk the path where strength lingers
Misfortune attacks my steel breast
I ache for the sting of sorrow
Yet I go on in this soul-theft
Reach for rule beyond tomorrow
Terror is a shroud worn out, tired
I yearn for illustrious touch
The kiss of knowledge warm, sired
Waves to aid me along this crutch
This oath bites, burns and leaves it's mark
Leaving me bare, wanting for life as such.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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Fishmander
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 2:52am
26th Jan 2025 2:52am
Trespass
I am a limb torn burden
He who lapped the lips of fragility
On lilac hills uncertain
From streams embrace, blended eternity
Anoint me a new organ
Another quick dive into the riverbank
Substitute the foul warden
Ancient he drowns; reemerges true, blank
He slithers, struggles for warmth
Whispers words, a voice deadly in the night
Swarming the light like a moth
Unholy he aims to cure sinful blight
Carries a sigil across his chest
In hopes armor he seeks his final rest.
He who lapped the lips of fragility
On lilac hills uncertain
From streams embrace, blended eternity
Anoint me a new organ
Another quick dive into the riverbank
Substitute the foul warden
Ancient he drowns; reemerges true, blank
He slithers, struggles for warmth
Whispers words, a voice deadly in the night
Swarming the light like a moth
Unholy he aims to cure sinful blight
Carries a sigil across his chest
In hopes armor he seeks his final rest.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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Her
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Rise Again
Tangled in the chaos that was my mind
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
#addiction
#hope
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
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12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
Them
She moves around with caution
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
#aging
#confusion
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
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15 Comments
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