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.
Joshsam
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:46am
Yesterday 11:46am
Perfecting crazy.
Extending arms......
Knowing life's a stage.
Head space crazy with outrage.
Watching smoke swirl like illusion
Perfecting every piece of confusion.
Courage was never ever a strong suit.
Press play to discover.
Not that there's time to recruit sensibility.
Disregarded like trash on the breeze.
Fragments circle overhead.
Pretty patterns entangle my perspectives.
Washed up awaiting your approval.
Guillotine poised about to drop.
Constantly replayed at number 11.
Mindset erupts, shadows prowling. ...
Knowing life's a stage.
Head space crazy with outrage.
Watching smoke swirl like illusion
Perfecting every piece of confusion.
Courage was never ever a strong suit.
Press play to discover.
Not that there's time to recruit sensibility.
Disregarded like trash on the breeze.
Fragments circle overhead.
Pretty patterns entangle my perspectives.
Washed up awaiting your approval.
Guillotine poised about to drop.
Constantly replayed at number 11.
Mindset erupts, shadows prowling. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
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Pepperdust
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:06am
Yesterday 11:06am
Borderline.
How much of myself am I?
Under these lines I write, how much is true, how much is you?
It's become blurred, my dreams, my wrongs, my lies, my mind, my time, your time, your lines, my heart, my chemicals, your chemicals, pharmaceutical chemicals to control our chemicals, the air, I have no air, I can't breathe, what's going on?
You slip through my eyes when I cry, I slip through myself when you're in. So many apologies to pursue, how could anyone see me when it's you screaming with my voice?
How much of myself is me? How much of it is you?
Who would I be without you?...
Under these lines I write, how much is true, how much is you?
It's become blurred, my dreams, my wrongs, my lies, my mind, my time, your time, your lines, my heart, my chemicals, your chemicals, pharmaceutical chemicals to control our chemicals, the air, I have no air, I can't breathe, what's going on?
You slip through my eyes when I cry, I slip through myself when you're in. So many apologies to pursue, how could anyone see me when it's you screaming with my voice?
How much of myself is me? How much of it is you?
Who would I be without you?...
#anxiety
#identity
#MentalHealth #apathy
#MentalHealth #apathy
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4 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 11:48pm
27th Nov 2021 11:48pm
Bad diary day
Whenever I think about the future. I get really sad, depressed and dejected. When I think about the past. I feel regret, melancholy and suicidal. Everything I did wrong, everything that can go wrong. Is it worth all the pain? Is it? I can’t see a way out. There is no way out. Why would there be? This is just torture. My own personal purgatory until I finally take my last breath and decend into hell. Where the tormenting will continue eternaly. I’m not special, I’m not worthy of luck or pleasure. I don’t deserve it. Why would I deserve it. I did nothing to earn a great life. I did nothing to...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
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5 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 1:27am
26th Nov 2021 1:27am
ADAM.
What's the point of using this piece,thought Adam,
In ambivalent silence
Raking his time-
After time-
So hum- drum-
Futile existence-
Of his Shakespearean-
Tragic life-
Adam runs away.
He was a long distance runner many years ago.
What went wrong?
©Wired6. 2/09/2021.
In ambivalent silence
Raking his time-
After time-
So hum- drum-
Futile existence-
Of his Shakespearean-
Tragic life-
Adam runs away.
He was a long distance runner many years ago.
What went wrong?
©Wired6. 2/09/2021.
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
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3 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:55am
25th Nov 2021 2:55am
Privacy
A month, no bed
All day, I wait to sleep
No time for peace
Sane minds don't live here
Neither will I if I don't get any privacy
All day, I wait to sleep
No time for peace
Sane minds don't live here
Neither will I if I don't get any privacy
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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Vortex32167
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 9:43pm
24th Nov 2021 9:43pm
Not my own
Sometimes I just want to lose control. Just let go. Giving in to my inner demons. Do whatever you want, need or feel. No restrictions, no boundaries no consequences. Wouldn’t that be nice Wouldn’t that be liberating? It would, but it would be dangerous, it would be deadly. Atleast for me. I don’t expect anyone to understand where I’m going with this. But believe me when I tell you guys that even my own desires are twisted and distorted. Can they even be called desires? I don’t know. But they are not my own, they are not mine. I can’t trust them. I can’t trust me. My thoughts have been...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#MentalHealth
#confusion
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4 Comments
lovelybella
Isabela
Isabela
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 11:37am
24th Nov 2021 11:37am
White and Green
When I was small
So small that I could be stepped on
I was given a pill of white and green
The person who gave me the pill of white and green
Was a lady with a nice coat and a celebrated title
She was kind and had a voice that calmed the insane
She said to take it to feel better
She said to take it to be happy
She said to take it once a day
And since she was a lady with a nice coat and a celebrated title
I did what she said
Because a lady with a nice coat and celebrated title was supposed to be trustworthy
I...
So small that I could be stepped on
I was given a pill of white and green
The person who gave me the pill of white and green
Was a lady with a nice coat and a celebrated title
She was kind and had a voice that calmed the insane
She said to take it to feel better
She said to take it to be happy
She said to take it once a day
And since she was a lady with a nice coat and a celebrated title
I did what she said
Because a lady with a nice coat and celebrated title was supposed to be trustworthy
I...
#depression
#drugs
#MentalHealth
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1 Comment
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2021 7:32pm
22nd Nov 2021 7:32pm
Plea Deal
How should I begin so as to end this plea?
I bleed from my heart for our reality
Continously we are seen as less than
It's harder to breathe in the free land
We're choking off of guns chain smoke
Nooses tightening even when provoked
I've wrote on this more than a few times
I'm tired of writing these type of rhymes
Time's of the essence; who wields the clock?
It's downright depressin'; even on the block
Glocks pop non-stop; aiming at my hue
We've tried everything; what's left to do?
The boys in blue and you...
I bleed from my heart for our reality
Continously we are seen as less than
It's harder to breathe in the free land
We're choking off of guns chain smoke
Nooses tightening even when provoked
I've wrote on this more than a few times
I'm tired of writing these type of rhymes
Time's of the essence; who wields the clock?
It's downright depressin'; even on the block
Glocks pop non-stop; aiming at my hue
We've tried everything; what's left to do?
The boys in blue and you...
#depression
#death
#MentalHealth #prison
#MentalHealth #prison
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4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2021 00:32am
22nd Nov 2021 00:32am
Diya..
Oh, thy great soul to the magnificent of the air, land, and earth
The land weeps of so many voices trying to understand places in life only to mirk
Are the wise words of intelligences the cordial to give a pass of non-strife from the originality of sin
Everyone’s greetings noted to be paper thin
If I tell you about the enigmas of the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Skulls and Bones, or the Knight Templars
Written upon ancient scrolls, would the opening of the Pearly Gates still allow me in
Most misguided souls banging for salvation on...
The land weeps of so many voices trying to understand places in life only to mirk
Are the wise words of intelligences the cordial to give a pass of non-strife from the originality of sin
Everyone’s greetings noted to be paper thin
If I tell you about the enigmas of the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Skulls and Bones, or the Knight Templars
Written upon ancient scrolls, would the opening of the Pearly Gates still allow me in
Most misguided souls banging for salvation on...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#honesty
#philosophical
66 reads
14 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 5:50pm
21st Nov 2021 5:50pm
(...)
(…)
Tell me in truth if you will shed tears
On the day that my mind disappears.
When I lay me down in my circle of Hell
What will you say, and who will you tell?
Dionysus! Long hast thou lain in wait.
With what voices didst thou create
Labyrinthine the fields of eclipsèd suns
That shine on songs of thy many tongues?
Thy kingdom of beauties invades me
With the blushing of a rose that shades me
That blooms, that blooms forevermore
In the shadow of thy palace door.
Adorn me in voices, a robe of despair, ...
Tell me in truth if you will shed tears
On the day that my mind disappears.
When I lay me down in my circle of Hell
What will you say, and who will you tell?
Dionysus! Long hast thou lain in wait.
With what voices didst thou create
Labyrinthine the fields of eclipsèd suns
That shine on songs of thy many tongues?
Thy kingdom of beauties invades me
With the blushing of a rose that shades me
That blooms, that blooms forevermore
In the shadow of thy palace door.
Adorn me in voices, a robe of despair, ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 2:11pm
21st Nov 2021 2:11pm
wander
reaching for each word, like a coin meant for a wishing well; dwelling in a forest full of trees; not quite feeling "free"; expression-lacking energy;
walking with bare feet; careful as can be; what's there to believe; wandering the landscape- weighing possibilities;
night fall hits the scene; laying near a
stream; sounds of it along with breeze aids a sort of peace; open ended dreams "comes and goes"-like "lust does after "3";
there's a fire deep; yet a struggle to release; camped out in the wilderness, tired as can be; holding on to every breath...
walking with bare feet; careful as can be; what's there to believe; wandering the landscape- weighing possibilities;
night fall hits the scene; laying near a
stream; sounds of it along with breeze aids a sort of peace; open ended dreams "comes and goes"-like "lust does after "3";
there's a fire deep; yet a struggle to release; camped out in the wilderness, tired as can be; holding on to every breath...
#WritersBlock
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#emptiness
#philosophical
36 reads
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
21st Nov 2021 4:28am
bad blood in me
They used to joke that our family is cursed
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
That none of us will ever be truly happy or healthy
I used to swing back and forth wildly
Between believing and not believing this
But sometimes you can't deny patterns
Maybe we're cursed because we believe it
But there are moments where I'm in the hospital
Watching another needle slide into my vein
And knowing that if my body had...
Just a slightly different dna variation
If I didn't come from the blood lines I have
A different great grand parent or even a different parent
I wouldn't be...
#anxiety
#family
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
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8 Comments
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