Long Poems About Mental Health
#MentalHealth
Long poems about mental health. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 6:05am
8th Jun 2024 6:05am
bittersweet memories (Paula)
#bipolar
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
120 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 3:37am
4th Jun 2024 3:37am
The Dominant Drug Fairy
Lately,
No, for quite some time,
I've wanted to jettison my cerebral graveyard
shove it like a bag of skeletons and moldy rags
down my 4th story trash chute
I count down the days until my psychiatry appointment
hoping this doctor is more than just a drug fairy
I smile as I shake his hand
breezily ask him to excuse my appearance
I came straight from school
closing out my classroom for the year
moving to a new room
stacking tables!
carrying heavy boxes!
Ha ha!
Three minutes later,
I'm cralking: ...
No, for quite some time,
I've wanted to jettison my cerebral graveyard
shove it like a bag of skeletons and moldy rags
down my 4th story trash chute
I count down the days until my psychiatry appointment
hoping this doctor is more than just a drug fairy
I smile as I shake his hand
breezily ask him to excuse my appearance
I came straight from school
closing out my classroom for the year
moving to a new room
stacking tables!
carrying heavy boxes!
Ha ha!
Three minutes later,
I'm cralking: ...
#MentalHealth
#sex
210 reads
11 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
Into a Surrealist’s Utopia
Part 1
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
#MentalHealth
#surreal
195 reads
1 Comment
ViolenceIn_Silence
Poem Published
30th May 2024 10:07pm
30th May 2024 10:07pm
You are not my mother
#abuse
#MentalHealth
115 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
24th May 2024 10:13pm
24th May 2024 10:13pm
Kara, Paul, and Chloe
- Kara, Paul, and Chloe -
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
I posted this on both Facebook and DeviantArt just earlier today, and I decided to copy and paste it to here so that people can read it and have a better idea about my current mental state, amongst a good many other things that have been going on with me. Anyway, here is what I posted on those two sites, and the terrible things that I have been dealing with and going through:
'Today, I feel it is time to explain the truth about my “wife” Chloe who is on Facebook and Deep Underground Poetry under the name Chloe Abigail Harper-Ashton. The...
#confessional
#identity
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
180 reads
2 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
22nd May 2024 10:36pm
Depths
It hurts when you think you’re starting to be okay, and then the issues that caused the problem to begin with just springs up on you. It’s like, you’ve realized it, you’ve accepted it, and then wham. It’s a tidal wave that just washes over you and resonates in your brain. Strikes you down really hard really fast and you’re suddenly struggling all over again. You don’t want to feel it or think that way but sometimes it’s just totally out of control and unpredictable.
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
I can feel the sudden separation, it’s like being pulled backwards off your feet from where I’m standing. Initial...
#bipolar
#depression
#friendship
#frustration
#MentalHealth
285 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th May 2024 00:15am
20th May 2024 00:15am
there's tears in my coffee and it only makes me more anxious
I'm gonna pretend
there isn't kiddo vomit
on my only heavy blanket
spot check
scrub
let it go
cause I won't make it
to the laundromat today
and I haven't got around
to buying a new winter heater
though the cold is starting
to keep me up at night
I can already tell
it's going to be a day
of too many tears
a day of anger
and resentment
a day my voice gets so loud
no one can be around me
without covering their ears
and telling me to calm down
though those words ...
there isn't kiddo vomit
on my only heavy blanket
spot check
scrub
let it go
cause I won't make it
to the laundromat today
and I haven't got around
to buying a new winter heater
though the cold is starting
to keep me up at night
I can already tell
it's going to be a day
of too many tears
a day of anger
and resentment
a day my voice gets so loud
no one can be around me
without covering their ears
and telling me to calm down
though those words ...
#anger
#depression
#family #MentalHealth
#family #MentalHealth
168 reads
2 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
18th May 2024 8:27pm
18th May 2024 8:27pm
Coping
I want to retreat into seclusion. The need to just close the door, lock it tight, and stay there is starting to grow. After some time of being on this thought train, I now question if I should just let go and be cold to the world. It would most assuredly hurt some people, maybe a lot in the long run. Most of them my friends. Am I willing to make that decision? Should I be selfish? What if I have regrets about not having those people around?
Some time later…
Being me is difficult. Being self aware makes it worse. Regularly, I think about how much of a burden I can be to...
Some time later…
Being me is difficult. Being self aware makes it worse. Regularly, I think about how much of a burden I can be to...
#friendship
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#shame
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0 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
16th May 2024 2:56pm
16th May 2024 2:56pm
Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
191 reads
0 Comments
HeWhoIsFractured
Poem Published
14th May 2024 3:05pm
14th May 2024 3:05pm
Emotional Recovery #1 - Progress
I am dissociative. It comes from my Bipolar disorder, anxiety, and what I believe to be some sort of trauma from my previous relationship. It lasted right at a year, we lived together for the majority of it. I was the primary provider for financial stability, household organization and cleanliness (including her), emotional support, and overall relationship security and progression through difficult times. I willingly put myself into that relationship and situation, believing it was the perfect opportunity to a) get laid and b) get into a relationship; within a month after dating, I can also...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#healing
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th May 2024 10:53am
9th May 2024 10:53am
self medicating
I'm one Valium down
got a joint saved for later
Spent forty minutes
watching porn
trying to make myself cum
so wet
so empty
so disconnected
flicking through videos
trying to find someone
to watch that's not faking it
cause I know what it looks like
to see a woman enjoying herself
and the only thing I'm enjoying
is the slick heat between my legs
though it's not getting me anywhere yet
I'm two Valium down
got a joint for later
passing out to sex songs
in my Spotify playlist...
got a joint saved for later
Spent forty minutes
watching porn
trying to make myself cum
so wet
so empty
so disconnected
flicking through videos
trying to find someone
to watch that's not faking it
cause I know what it looks like
to see a woman enjoying herself
and the only thing I'm enjoying
is the slick heat between my legs
though it's not getting me anywhere yet
I'm two Valium down
got a joint for later
passing out to sex songs
in my Spotify playlist...
#addiction
#drugs
#MentalHealth #sex
#MentalHealth #sex
240 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
7th May 2024 00:19am
7th May 2024 00:19am
letter to myself
Let's be honest
I'm really fucking proud of you
I know we've been walking
that edge lately
between coming and going
between setting life on fire
and trying to smother the sparks
that are already in motion
We're constantly surrounded
by stoners and alcoholics
and the occasional meth addict
but you never let it
get inside your head
you never slip
you smile
play nice
lock your housemate's patio door
at night when he passes out
with the screen wide open
We could get stoned...
I'm really fucking proud of you
I know we've been walking
that edge lately
between coming and going
between setting life on fire
and trying to smother the sparks
that are already in motion
We're constantly surrounded
by stoners and alcoholics
and the occasional meth addict
but you never let it
get inside your head
you never slip
you smile
play nice
lock your housemate's patio door
at night when he passes out
with the screen wide open
We could get stoned...
#addiction
#grief
#MentalHealth
361 reads
10 Comments
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