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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Invisible Illness
lost the words
lost the time
stepping out of reality
stepping out of rhyme
struggle to find
the rules don’t apply
my mind
does not
comply
trying to define
something you can’t see
how to describe
invisibility
under gravity
these laws of
normality
circumvent me
sentience
swept aside
it is here I reside
slowly losing time
to this
mental illness
lost the time
stepping out of reality
stepping out of rhyme
struggle to find
the rules don’t apply
my mind
does not
comply
trying to define
something you can’t see
how to describe
invisibility
under gravity
these laws of
normality
circumvent me
sentience
swept aside
it is here I reside
slowly losing time
to this
mental illness
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
36 reads
2 Comments
I Wish
Someday I want to wake up
Invisible
Or maybe invincible
Either would be nice
Invisible
Or maybe invincible
Either would be nice
#MentalHealth
18 reads
4 Comments
It Is What It Is
I hate being on this rollercoaster
I don’t like the drops
I don’t like the climbing
Why can’t I just stay at standstill?
I don’t like the drops
I don’t like the climbing
Why can’t I just stay at standstill?
#MentalHealth
24 reads
6 Comments
What on earth!?
What on earth is happening
What on earth is going on
Can’t keep up with all the calamity
But everything’s going wrong
First my dad gets cancer
Then I find my own mum dead
Now they think I have HIV
And it’s fucking with my head
Just give a girl a fucking break
Let me please chill the fuck out
Need a lie down in a quiet room
It’s stirred up so much doubt
Brother in rehab the year before last
A cousin with a brain tumour too
Got debt coming out my eye balls
And yet I keep plodding on
...
What on earth is going on
Can’t keep up with all the calamity
But everything’s going wrong
First my dad gets cancer
Then I find my own mum dead
Now they think I have HIV
And it’s fucking with my head
Just give a girl a fucking break
Let me please chill the fuck out
Need a lie down in a quiet room
It’s stirred up so much doubt
Brother in rehab the year before last
A cousin with a brain tumour too
Got debt coming out my eye balls
And yet I keep plodding on
...
#anxiety
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
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4 Comments
I feel like....
I've fell from a ledge, and survived the fall; mobile- still no pursuit at all; no one's catch- no one's ball.... everything comes at a hefty cost....
I feel like.... yelling at the godamn sky; making plans with no goodbyes.... seeing maker "eye to eye...." stressing how most of one's life, never really felt like mine....
why the "hell"-did you give me this form of "life"?? why?
I feel like.... yelling at the godamn sky; making plans with no goodbyes.... seeing maker "eye to eye...." stressing how most of one's life, never really felt like mine....
why the "hell"-did you give me this form of "life"?? why?
#MentalHealth
#anxiety
#frustration
#spiritual
#God
47 reads
many charges to the head-that heart just can't "fix" or undo....(spoken word)
articulating "well" or not, how "goodness" has been yearly damaged; no where to poor the load always loading....the born suit-not as suiting-moments tighten-others loosey goosing....
one's existence is the root; a banged up dim lit room; what's the point-it's bound for doom; and the walls go thick to thin-doesn't matter if or when the noise comes flooding in-or if silence was the total....
the "passage ways"-the heart too faint to detonate without care packaging to take; the head lives to...
one's existence is the root; a banged up dim lit room; what's the point-it's bound for doom; and the walls go thick to thin-doesn't matter if or when the noise comes flooding in-or if silence was the total....
the "passage ways"-the heart too faint to detonate without care packaging to take; the head lives to...
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
48 reads
How To Disappear Completely
Darkness breathes
Like a living thing
Thrumming rib bones
Exhaling smoke
And I can smell your
Breath for days
It’s getting harder
Just to breath
I am stagnant in stale air
Visiting my hollow stare
Upon a world of pain
Of predictable delusions
I dilute my presence
As my pupils dilate
Into distant dimensions
I can’t look away
I fade
Into the shadows
And d i s a p p e a r . . .
Like a living thing
Thrumming rib bones
Exhaling smoke
And I can smell your
Breath for days
It’s getting harder
Just to breath
I am stagnant in stale air
Visiting my hollow stare
Upon a world of pain
Of predictable delusions
I dilute my presence
As my pupils dilate
Into distant dimensions
I can’t look away
I fade
Into the shadows
And d i s a p p e a r . . .
#abuse
#depression
#emptiness
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
56 reads
10 Comments
Lies
Lies
Please know this only a story. Pure fiction.
What lies did you tell them all
For them to hate me so
No one will look into my eyes
I don’t know what they know
I wonder if you told them
I was messy like our home
Did you mention of your absence?
How you leave me all alone
Did you tell them of my thoughts?
How I don’t function in the day?
I roam around and make no sound
...
Please know this only a story. Pure fiction.
What lies did you tell them all
For them to hate me so
No one will look into my eyes
I don’t know what they know
I wonder if you told them
I was messy like our home
Did you mention of your absence?
How you leave me all alone
Did you tell them of my thoughts?
How I don’t function in the day?
I roam around and make no sound
...
#depression
#dark
#lies #MentalHealth
#lies #MentalHealth
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3 Comments
Disorganized Attachment and BPD, the Beast Within
Intensely craving
What I’m viscerally
Afraid of
Your offered safety
Becomes a threat
Distrust
Idealization
Sabotage
Fear of abandonment
Impulsivity
Chronic emptiness
Shifting identity
Learning balance
Has been a long
Process
I’m not a quiet storm
My love and anger
Intensely passionate
Often misplaced
I’ve blamed life, others
For the things
I’m afraid of
When what I feared most
Was myself
What I’m viscerally
Afraid of
Your offered safety
Becomes a threat
Distrust
Idealization
Sabotage
Fear of abandonment
Impulsivity
Chronic emptiness
Shifting identity
Learning balance
Has been a long
Process
I’m not a quiet storm
My love and anger
Intensely passionate
Often misplaced
I’ve blamed life, others
For the things
I’m afraid of
When what I feared most
Was myself
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#acceptance #fear
#acceptance #fear
86 reads
30 Comments
So Much To Do
Yesterday was easy
Today is hard
That’s just how it is.
Today is hard
That’s just how it is.
#MentalHealth
27 reads
4 Comments
And Still They Laugh
Oh, what dispair
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
#MentalHealth
#denial
#apathy
30 reads
0 Comments
The Power of Three
We watched the sun rise and fall
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
102 reads
3 Comments
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