OCD Poems
#OCD
OCD poems, poetry about obsessive–compulsive disorder, a mental disorder based on repetition, rituals and obsessions. OCD poems, written by sufferers, examining the impact OCD has on their lives and mental health.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
Excoriation Dissorder
Unconsciously picking at imperfections in skin
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession
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3 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
5th Dec 2020 5:19am
5th Dec 2020 5:19am
The Purpose Of Presents Is Patience
👶 🎄 🎅
The purpose of presents is patience...
To painfully wait a surprise.
To tempt a tot to tree with lights.
To need to know
what's inside.
The purpose of presents is patience.
To painfully wait a surprise. 🎁
To little boy...
To little girl...
peek and I'll pluck out your eyes.
The purpose of presents is patience.
My dear little darlings defy...
but don't you dare,
or please beware
you'll have no throat to cry. ...
The purpose of presents is patience...
To painfully wait a surprise.
To tempt a tot to tree with lights.
To need to know
what's inside.
The purpose of presents is patience.
To painfully wait a surprise. 🎁
To little boy...
To little girl...
peek and I'll pluck out your eyes.
The purpose of presents is patience.
My dear little darlings defy...
but don't you dare,
or please beware
you'll have no throat to cry. ...
#children
#Christmas
#monsters #OCD
#monsters #OCD
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 19th Oct 2020 8:45am
21st May 2020 4:36am
21st May 2020 4:36am
OCD - Through constant repetition
I'm a living disorder
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
231 reads
6 Comments
JetNikolai
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
Night Terrors
A night terror a night keeps sleep out of sight.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
#insomnia
#OCD
#nightmares
#apathy
#fear
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faithmairee
Poem Published
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
My Dis-ease
My dis-ease tells me
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
#OCD
#MentalHealth
168 reads
13 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th May 2020 4:33am
25th May 2020 4:33am
A place for my head
I've got to find my light again
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
13th May 2020 2:06am
13th May 2020 2:06am
The Glare Of My Inequity: Reckless And Inert
Daily reflection produces reliable diagnoses but I don't have the course to repair that which is broken
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 00:14am
2nd May 2020 00:14am
Hand Over Hand: Out of the Void
My mind is cluttered as I search for calm
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
#anxiety
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#symbolism
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2 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
BEHIND THESE EYES
Behind these eyes when we go to a place of mere separation from life and the world, we can feel the deepness swirling within our soul and mind. Screaming at us hollering our name at loud telling us, that there is no were to hide except behind a mask as an disguise. For as the whispers of the darkness creeps into the subconsciousness of our mind, we try to hide that we are not afraid of the darkness and thunder and lightning. That shots across the darken skies, making us feel nothing at all deep down inside of us except darkness swirling around like whispers of the winds. Leaving the utmost...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
Fancy and Fantasy: A Magical Affair
I'm escaping into a world of fantasy
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#escape
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
The Land Of The Numb: Echoing Thoughts
All is well
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
#identity
#moon
#night
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
A Fortress In The Sun: Circumambulation
I'm circumambulating toward calm
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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