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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 12:34pm
Today 12:34pm
Freaking Out
I was in my car, parked in a seedy shopping center on the outskirts of town
I was going out of my fucking head man
Not laughing or crying or anything man
I felt nothing!
Just freaking out in my head
I couldn't feel a fucking thing
Didn't know who I was or what I was, or if i was anything at all
I was totally freaking out dude
I guess I shouldn't have eaten that Whopper, with McDonald's French Fries, a Strawberry Milkshake and then went to Dunkin Donuts to buy a dozen donuts.
That shit will drive you fucking insane!
Next time I'll just...
I was going out of my fucking head man
Not laughing or crying or anything man
I felt nothing!
Just freaking out in my head
I couldn't feel a fucking thing
Didn't know who I was or what I was, or if i was anything at all
I was totally freaking out dude
I guess I shouldn't have eaten that Whopper, with McDonald's French Fries, a Strawberry Milkshake and then went to Dunkin Donuts to buy a dozen donuts.
That shit will drive you fucking insane!
Next time I'll just...
#fiction
#food
#illness
#MentalHealth
#satirical
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5 Comments
Lynxxey
Poem Published
Today 12:05pm
Today 12:05pm
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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0 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:25pm
Yesterday 7:25pm
Water
Water is the fluid that moves everything in our bodies, including our neural pathways.
(Well, for neural pathways, it is more like the medium for electricity, but still drink water for thought and movement.)
(Well, for neural pathways, it is more like the medium for electricity, but still drink water for thought and movement.)
#evolution
#healing
#MentalHealth
#nature
#water
38 reads
2 Comments
Lynxxey
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:28pm
Yesterday 2:28pm
Fake earthquakes(ptsd)
Over me there lies a shadow
Dark in color, deep yet shallow
Looming vicious, clouding vision
Pouring down and building prisons
With walls of which you cannot touch
But I still fathom, this and much
It smashes through my daily grind
Taking both my body and mind
Giving burning shaking fits
I’ll sweat enough to drown a fish
Polished bottles calm the shakes
and the mental anguish
Of the fake earthquakes
Dark in color, deep yet shallow
Looming vicious, clouding vision
Pouring down and building prisons
With walls of which you cannot touch
But I still fathom, this and much
It smashes through my daily grind
Taking both my body and mind
Giving burning shaking fits
I’ll sweat enough to drown a fish
Polished bottles calm the shakes
and the mental anguish
Of the fake earthquakes
#dark
#MentalHealth
40 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
....
how can you heal what is deathing?- "I'm ready to go right now"~John legend; existence green lit for what though?-this shit is really fucking cut throat- why must we have so many questions?-about whatever brought about catastrophe destined-headed to "Armageddon";
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
#depression
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
64 reads
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
54 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
59 reads
1 Comment
MamiB
Mamii
Mamii
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
Raw Versions of Me
I guess underneath it all, I’m something like a monster
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
#addiction
#aging
#MentalHealth #motherhood
#MentalHealth #motherhood
70 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
59 reads
0 Comments
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
85 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:36am
12th Jan 2025 2:36am
emotional claustrophobia
Take our problems
and condense them
until we're falling over each other
so hard
I want to punch you
in the face
Some days your love
is like building a shelter
out of wet paper bags
in the middle of a hurricane
it doesn't do much
and it hurts me more
than it helps
You yell into the abyss
of my solitude
and I can't hear what you're saying
for all the echoes bouncing
off my dysfunctions
maybe there's something
in there worth listening to
I wouldn't know
because I...
and condense them
until we're falling over each other
so hard
I want to punch you
in the face
Some days your love
is like building a shelter
out of wet paper bags
in the middle of a hurricane
it doesn't do much
and it hurts me more
than it helps
You yell into the abyss
of my solitude
and I can't hear what you're saying
for all the echoes bouncing
off my dysfunctions
maybe there's something
in there worth listening to
I wouldn't know
because I...
#conflict
#MentalHealth
#relationships
70 reads
4 Comments
Her
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
11th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Shifting
The relentless search for answers
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
Not giving up the fight
Not. Giving. Up.
When is enough, enough?
That was his question
While he looked intently into my eyes
Kindness, compassion, concern
Stamped across his face
The loss of my core self, who I am
My identity has always been fragmented
My beliefs, my values
How I perceive my own thoughts
All of it
Constantly shifts unbeknownst to me
Until after the fact
Just that...
#MentalHealth
96 reads
13 Comments
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