Best Mental Disease Poems

I rip and chew at my edges
Trying to eradicate 
Placate
Eleviate
My pain
The anxiety 
The part of me that threatens to freeze 
My mental disease
The part I hope no one sees
The inner demons I wish to appease 

The tattoos that your artistry 
Injected
Under my skin
With invisible ink
Yet...

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Apply the theory that god cease to exist.
You as an unbeliever may resist in the belief that there is someone who is more intelligent than your comprehension of life itself.
Let's imagine for a while that evolution in not just a myth of lies and deceit.
In...

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There are days I lose this battle with depression
Mental anguish like a demon possession
It sets in like a shadow of sin over me
Consuming all my physical energy!
I often wonder if suicide is my only answer
Emotional strain inside eating me alive, like cancer
So tired of picking...

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I'm sorry for leaving
the way that I did.
I'm sorry you don't
consider me your kid.
I'm sorry I'm not exactly
what you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry my sister died,
and it hadn't been me.
I'm sorry for having this
mental disease.
I'm sorry my mind
is never at ease.
I'm sorry that I'm
just...

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Futility of Contention
absorbs into Utility of Contentment.

To preserve wholeness, mutually accommodate;
    yielding preserves whole.
To become straight, you must begin bent;
    bent potentiates straight.
To become filled, its best to begin hollow;
    hollow optimizes full.
To become renewed, notice...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a broader scope, 
Calling it a ‘moral, mental disease’, 
And Freud,...

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Curl me up a tree
Wrap me into a bundle
Light me up like a candle
The warmth of my joy
Kills the carvings you fear
Yes, it bothers me
How you take pleasure in my pain

We are paperless in this age
The pen is made useless on a page
This knowledge falls...

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I want to write a funny poem
Why does the chicken cross the road?
Because it was tired of the pen
Did you get the joke about tomorrow?
Yeah it is never here
How can you know that you are free?
Because you don't have anything hold you back
Got it?
How can...

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We as Policewomen and Policemen cannot let ourselves fail in our duties,because of a racist cop who is in our ranks! We as Teachers cannot let ourselves fail our students and fail ourselves when we find out that a teacher in our ranks is teaching...

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A is for angry atheist angst
B- you're bleeding bruised broken taking your allowance to the bank

C is for cutting, crimson and crying
D is for daemons, death, darkness, and dying

E is for everything gone wrong in your life
F is the freedom you find in the knife

G...

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What started as a few times has
now turned into a habit hard to break
Everyone is now starting to see
no matter how hard I try to hide it or 
how hard I try to fake

I've tried to hide it from everyone
including my own family
I guess in...

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I ALWAYS HAVE BATTLES,RAGEING IN MY HEAD.
IM ALWAYS THINKING,I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD.
I JUST WISH THAT ONE DAY,THAT MY MIND WILL BE FREE.
OH WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE,THAT WOULD BE.
THIRTY NINE YEARS,THE SPAN OF MY LIFE.
IS ALWAYS FULL OF TORMENT,AND STRIFE.
I PRAY TO GOD EVERYDAY,TO HELP...

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I’m well rested on this bed of cold cement
With passersby borrowing me their eyes for a blanket
Oblivious to the fact that I now lay victorious 
Adding salt to my open wounds
   inglorious

I put words into action as my compass
With passion and determination my...

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My wife says she can't tell the differnce at times.
One body, one heart and soul, but three different minds......
 
       Today I woke up and looked into the mirror.  Am I seeing things a 
little clearer?  See,...

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Chorus:

The countryside rambler refused to be confined
in an institution of experimentation and be abused;   
escaping civilization was her will to find freedom,
to see the new spring bloom and chase butterflies:
all she wanted was to ramble in her peaceful kingdom,
where she was free to...

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