Best Mental Hospital Poems

dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid...

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I sit with the wall against my back. The wall refuses to move despite endless requests.

The door opens and closes its mouth, it wishes to...

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On a cold, dark, winter day at the end of November
I checked into a mental hospital, for what? I can't remember.

I must mention that the...

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The day has come, a smiling sun shines through bold bars, across the room to the door, ajar, projecting the bars on the door as...

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A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round...

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"We chase unreachable heights, in the hope to find happiness,
Only to find we are still the same, because in fact we are chasing ourselves."

(Triggered and...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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This is GOD'S GIFT to YOU

Tell yourself upon waking everyday god is merciful and kind

He will not put anything on me today I can't handle

Live...

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the fog clouds deep
my head grows clouded
as mist swirls in from above
enveloping my senses
and i wish i could just disappear.

it’s not that i want to...

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I hear something.
Is that you? Or is it just me?
Maybe I’m just hearing things?
Or maybe it’s the sound of my brother’s depression?
Maybe it’s the sound...

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Don`t be fooled by the face i wear,for i wear a thousand masks and none of them 
are me.Don`t be fooled, for god sake don`t...

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Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being...

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The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
     built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
conditions for the inmates were...

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Anna Redmond put her own death in the Irish Independent as a mischief - or maybe ‘a cry 
for help’.  She married into Mr....

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I don't know why I don't show my feelings
Sometimes i wonder if i have them anymore
Or am i just trying to even out the score
People...

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