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.
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Tipping The Tables On Her Past
Numbness wallows, a welcome gift
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
Once a vibrant soul, a hapless shift
Love forsaken, she couldn’t get a grip
She left her mind at the door and took a decades-long trip
Chaos ensued, she sunk further beneath
Her heart unraveled and fell off her sleeve
Her shrieks turned to wails as she fell on her knees
Gray skies darkened as her life became void of peace
Blow after blow bloodied her resolve to stay sane
Until the day she declared never again!
Underneath her armor it’s the truth that remains
Five years later she’s no longer in...
#depression
#despair
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
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Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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Lantern In The Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
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Sleepless Nights and Lost Fights
I don’t go quietly into the good night
I fall asleep within seconds
And wake up within a couple hours
Out of breath
My skin hot and damp
With thoughts of you running rampant through my mind
I don’t fall asleep again so easily
The blankets a hinderance
I can’t have anything touch my skin
I only want you touching me
I shouldn’t want you
Not you, not ever again
But you still see into my soul
When he messages me in the middle of the night
I should say no
But it’s the only way to vanquish you
The...
I fall asleep within seconds
And wake up within a couple hours
Out of breath
My skin hot and damp
With thoughts of you running rampant through my mind
I don’t fall asleep again so easily
The blankets a hinderance
I can’t have anything touch my skin
I only want you touching me
I shouldn’t want you
Not you, not ever again
But you still see into my soul
When he messages me in the middle of the night
I should say no
But it’s the only way to vanquish you
The...
#FirstLove
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Sensuous Me - Jaded

#children
#depression
#MentalHealth
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The Maniquin Man

#fiction
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#sex
#violence
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The Co-Ed Killer
Young Edmund Kemper would decapitate his sister's cats
Hated his mother, which led to many violent spats
He'd play out his own death in grisly roles
Murdered his grandparents at 15 years old
He honed this facade in the coming years
While his private world contained much darker ideas
After only 5 years in a state facility
He fooled them all, with politeness & civility
Between May 1972 and April 1973
Kemper murdered 8 people, You can say that's a killing spree
A claw hammer to the head and a penknife slit her throat
The murder of...
Hated his mother, which led to many violent spats
He'd play out his own death in grisly roles
Murdered his grandparents at 15 years old
He honed this facade in the coming years
While his private world contained much darker ideas
After only 5 years in a state facility
He fooled them all, with politeness & civility
Between May 1972 and April 1973
Kemper murdered 8 people, You can say that's a killing spree
A claw hammer to the head and a penknife slit her throat
The murder of...
#MentalHealth
#murder
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
#violence
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some days my fears are louder than my sanity
Your silence is so loud
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
I hear everything it has to say
but none of it's true
it's just my fear filling in the blanks
Just because I feel like a ghost
doesn't mean I want to be one
there is nothing beautiful
about being made of glass bones
everyone thinks they can see through
like my existence is obvious
yet irrelevant
You found my haunting place
and turned the lights on
and told me my shadow
wasn't my reflection
it was just science my imagination forgot
I thought you were magic ...
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
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Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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....
I just want to disappear....
#honesty
#MentalHealth
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Pedal to the Metal
California - Southbound One-O-One
Pedal to the medal, enjoying the scene
The Pacific Ocean is blue and sparkling
Top down, cool breeze, living the dream
The heart beats faster as the engine roars
But at top speeds it takes a lot of nerves
There’s a thrill that hangs in the balance
As tires screech on those treacherous curves
Though there may be warning signs everywhere
The driver may ignore them with a little smug
Because no matter what others will caution or say
The excitement of velocity is like a drug
...
Pedal to the medal, enjoying the scene
The Pacific Ocean is blue and sparkling
Top down, cool breeze, living the dream
The heart beats faster as the engine roars
But at top speeds it takes a lot of nerves
There’s a thrill that hangs in the balance
As tires screech on those treacherous curves
Though there may be warning signs everywhere
The driver may ignore them with a little smug
Because no matter what others will caution or say
The excitement of velocity is like a drug
...
#family
#MentalHealth
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