Poems About Mental Health by New Members
#MentalHealth
Poems about mental health by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
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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Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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My Favorite Things
Green fields and roses, pillow talk whispers
Colorful sunsets, and little kitten whiskers
When life pits my senses and tears at my seams
I sit and I think of my favorite things
Like, sunlight that lies on the leaves of an oak tree
Or getting so high that you forget to breathe
Fluttering wings and the scent in the breeze
These are a few of my favorite things
Speckled purple patterns, people feeling flattered
A smoke that smells funny, glass and shatter
I never hide from the rain clouds in spring
I sit and I focus on life’s...
Colorful sunsets, and little kitten whiskers
When life pits my senses and tears at my seams
I sit and I think of my favorite things
Like, sunlight that lies on the leaves of an oak tree
Or getting so high that you forget to breathe
Fluttering wings and the scent in the breeze
These are a few of my favorite things
Speckled purple patterns, people feeling flattered
A smoke that smells funny, glass and shatter
I never hide from the rain clouds in spring
I sit and I focus on life’s...
#MentalHealth
#uplifting
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My Favorite Things
Green fields and roses, pillow talk whispers
Colorful sunsets, and little kitten whiskers
When life pits my senses and tears at my seams
I sit and I think of my favorite things
Like, sunlight that lies on the leaves of an oak tree
Or getting so high that you forget to breathe
Fluttering wings and the scent in the breeze
These are a few of my favorite things
Speckled purple patterns, people feeling flattered
A smoke that smells funny, glass and shatter
I never hide from the rain clouds in spring
I sit and I focus on life’s...
Colorful sunsets, and little kitten whiskers
When life pits my senses and tears at my seams
I sit and I think of my favorite things
Like, sunlight that lies on the leaves of an oak tree
Or getting so high that you forget to breathe
Fluttering wings and the scent in the breeze
These are a few of my favorite things
Speckled purple patterns, people feeling flattered
A smoke that smells funny, glass and shatter
I never hide from the rain clouds in spring
I sit and I focus on life’s...
#MentalHealth
#uplifting
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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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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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4 Comments
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
82 reads
4 Comments
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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4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Mental Health by New Members