Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Do you have compassion
I will always follow you to the end of time, for I will follow you in my need to sustain my life, for I will follow you as you have inspire me to think for thyself 🤔 in all my life situations, that seems to have me feeling like I'm drowning, in the sea of death and fear. 😨 For sure I will always follow you, as my thoughts become dangerous, to my own well being. 😞 For sure I will follow you as my life, becomes filled with nothing but confusion, and negative vibes, driving 😕 me on a two way street, yet going the wrong way. 😕 AS if I got a death wish that...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
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cloudy
getting in rhythm with myself, my mind spins
my thoughts turn dark, and I internalize
intellectualize my feelings
There doesn't seem like an excuse for them
sky-scraping with my intent
ends up dumpster-diving with my dreams
hateful emotions they sell me short
the weather inside me looks bleak
A flash flood warning means I'm going to cry
threatening clouds form in my eyes
Don't look at me; it's obvious I'm about to break
sincerely confused
My self-worth is in the pits
seeking insanity as a place to shelter ...
my thoughts turn dark, and I internalize
intellectualize my feelings
There doesn't seem like an excuse for them
sky-scraping with my intent
ends up dumpster-diving with my dreams
hateful emotions they sell me short
the weather inside me looks bleak
A flash flood warning means I'm going to cry
threatening clouds form in my eyes
Don't look at me; it's obvious I'm about to break
sincerely confused
My self-worth is in the pits
seeking insanity as a place to shelter ...
#love
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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Midnight thoughts
My worst days pass in a haze
I'm always out of phase
Am I the product of an uncaring world
Or one of the reasons
Is my worth reliant on intrinsic value
or am I worth nothing
Is this a false dichotomy
What am I without my mad ramblings
I'm always out of phase
Am I the product of an uncaring world
Or one of the reasons
Is my worth reliant on intrinsic value
or am I worth nothing
Is this a false dichotomy
What am I without my mad ramblings
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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Your cuticles are sexy
She was a cutie
Young, hot and had an extraordinary appetite for sex
She knew her way around my body and knew what I enjoyed
There was just one problem...
She had a disgusting habit of frequently and repeatedly gnawing on her skin
Most of the time it was her cuticles or her hand
The area would become red & raw
Many times the affected area would bleed
She had a disease called Dermatophagia
In the beginning of our time together it wasn't bad
After several months her hands looked like someone cut & chopped her skin up with a...
Young, hot and had an extraordinary appetite for sex
She knew her way around my body and knew what I enjoyed
There was just one problem...
She had a disgusting habit of frequently and repeatedly gnawing on her skin
Most of the time it was her cuticles or her hand
The area would become red & raw
Many times the affected area would bleed
She had a disease called Dermatophagia
In the beginning of our time together it wasn't bad
After several months her hands looked like someone cut & chopped her skin up with a...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#relationships
#satirical
#suffering
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Digital Madness
I'm locked in an insane reality
Like a TV or smartphone I can't turn off
Sometimes I want to rip my face off and lose my identity
Hack open a hole in my rib-cage and get the fuck out!
Like a TV or smartphone I can't turn off
Sometimes I want to rip my face off and lose my identity
Hack open a hole in my rib-cage and get the fuck out!
#anxiety
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
#technology
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Quality of life?
Are you really living longer or just dying slower?
#illness
#MentalHealth
#minimalist #philosophical
#minimalist #philosophical
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My Sister's Sleepwalking In The Nude Again
John was walking to Marc's.
He was getting some stuff for Mom.
Suddenly, he just spotted Nikki.
She was walking naked in downtown Cleveland.
He grabbed and dragged her rump home.
He was getting some stuff for Mom.
Suddenly, he just spotted Nikki.
She was walking naked in downtown Cleveland.
He grabbed and dragged her rump home.
#city
#family
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#sex
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a Hum & a Dance
Here and now is all we have, no matter what haunts us.
Will the day fade away, as we sit and count our losses?
Will the air become heavy with this stuck energy,
That we refuse to move, because we don’t know
How to breathe?
When will we become restless of these old patterns?
Have you begun to google “What really matters?”
Somatics or sorrow, sometimes hand in hand.
Maybe all we need is a hum and a dance.
Will the day fade away, as we sit and count our losses?
Will the air become heavy with this stuck energy,
That we refuse to move, because we don’t know
How to breathe?
When will we become restless of these old patterns?
Have you begun to google “What really matters?”
Somatics or sorrow, sometimes hand in hand.
Maybe all we need is a hum and a dance.
#MentalHealth
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Undo me
When I look back
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#motherhood #teens
#motherhood #teens
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Abused
She was on her way home from a friend's house
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
#abuse
#depression
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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Self-Sabotage
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
Bound to the abuse, what do I deprive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Enveloped in moments, lost in the night.
The trauma cradles the failure to thrive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
The heat escapes, and the shadows frostbite.
Icicles frost my wings; will I survive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Caught in my mental space, I have no fight.
Fractured to pieces, beaten but alive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
...
Bound to the abuse, what do I deprive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Enveloped in moments, lost in the night.
The trauma cradles the failure to thrive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
The heat escapes, and the shadows frostbite.
Icicles frost my wings; will I survive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Caught in my mental space, I have no fight.
Fractured to pieces, beaten but alive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
...
#FeelingTrapped
#villanelle
#MentalHealth
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Psychologist’s Summary
Upon examination and after listening to her account, the patient exhibited frequent involuntary eye twitching, which appeared to be a mix of surprise and anxiety. It is unclear whether these symptoms are a result of her reported addiction, or the emotional stress related to her relationship. Despite these challenges, it was evident that she experienced profound love prior to her passing, as reflected in her facial expression and the kindness in her voice.
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Poems About Mental Health Seeking Honest Critique