Poems About Mental Health Seeking Friendly Advice
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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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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2 Comments
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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2 Comments
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
103 reads
12 Comments
Emetophilic
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 12:59pm
21st Jan 2025 12:59pm
The proof of existence
The blood in my system is frozen, cold and true.
The oxygen in my lungs is missing, empty, purity, freedom.
The thoughts in my mind don't exist, they're not heard, they're not here, they are not real.
I will free myself from this earth where I'm suffering.. where you're suffering.
I am the truth, the ruler of freedom, the weaver of emptiness, the tormentor of purity.
Only I can prove to you, what you must believe.
The oxygen in my lungs is missing, empty, purity, freedom.
The thoughts in my mind don't exist, they're not heard, they're not here, they are not real.
I will free myself from this earth where I'm suffering.. where you're suffering.
I am the truth, the ruler of freedom, the weaver of emptiness, the tormentor of purity.
Only I can prove to you, what you must believe.
#dark
#despair
#fate
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 9:40am
21st Jan 2025 9:40am
The Unfolding
The Unfolding
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
Reclined in Baroque splendor
On her back
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan
Stilettos lifted to heaven
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose
In the midnight pool of satin
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist
That she wears so, her skin can breathe
When his questions make her sweat
And her makeup just makes it worse
But she would feel naked without it
When she confesses that in her dreams
She is the film noir archetype
Of Dietrich in...
#beauty
#MentalHealth
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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4 Comments
Juliet_Disguised
JaneDoe
JaneDoe
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
21st Jan 2025 4:53am
Manic nights
Manic nights are the absolute worst up all night tired all day brain is racing racing racing with no clear thought to display. Spending all my money until my money is all gone. Feeling guilty always for the things that I’ve done wrong. Manic nights are the worst no sleep for me you see, stuck all night laying in bed while my husband gently sleeps. Manic nights are the worst but better than depression. At least I have a desire to live instead of suicidal sessions. I guess I should be greatful I’m still alive and able to say that manic nights are the worst when I’m up all night and tired all day
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
20th Jan 2025 5:31pm
dusk
#despair
#grief
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#SelfHarm
38 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
14th Jan 2025 9:32pm
the silent parts of this conversation are invisible
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#suicide
77 reads
4 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
13th Jan 2025 6:13pm
alchemical
your body holds the score
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
of all the pain you bore before
you found the strength
to fight these crimes of treason
is it not overkill?
we’re stepping through the blood we’ve spilled
staring into the eyes of an unexpecting victim
the shackles of shame have become my grave
can I hold on to my faith?
or is it written in my fate?
the lies they told me lacerate
stripping me down to the core of my pain
can I let go of my blame?
another season another game
we are not the same. I am the rain
seeping...
#healing
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#suffering
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
12th Jan 2025 3:08am
some days I get so sad I can't function
You tell me to get outside
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
and make myself feel better
I respond by slamming a door
in your face
I can hear laughter
through the cracked open window
and I wish I could touch it
like it's something tangible
I can inhale
but it's not
and so I listen to it drift away
on the breeze
unlike this mood I can't shake
from my leaden bones
I want to tell you I'm trying
that I'm fighting for better than this
but it's not a war you can see with your eyes
and there's no blood splatter
of...
#conflict
#depression
#MentalHealth
#myself
#relationships
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