Long Mental health Poems
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I’m a broken person in my heart and mind
My world been distorted there’s no reality
No doctors can find a cure I cannot be saved
You should go you’re better off without me
I’m scared of myself and who I’ve become
I’m called a danger to myself and to society
Why are you here trying to love me still
You must leave you’d be better off without me
My emotions are all blended up together
Anger frustration anxiety is my loves recipe
I cannot love you the way that you deserve
It’s tragic but you’d be better off without me
They’ve tried but failed make me feel better
How can you say you love someone this faulty
leave me alone you know there is no cure
Go away please you are better off without me
To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father
Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've been better for him to leave Or Maybe he just doesn't love his kids enough to stay It must've been his generational way
His children understood As best as they could That his father was ed up They just thought he would give them a better childhood
They weren't mad just disappointed They felt neglected Felt unprotected By someone who was supposed to love them They felt stupid They felt empty, like they shouldn't have existed
As they grew up They saw all the other present fathers The pain Of it all began to hit harder They began to wonder If they even mattered
As the years continued on That pain grew stronger Their fathers absence Constantly haunted them Their self hatred grew deeper No amount of therapy made it easier They would always feel inferior
They would never forgive They would never forget
I can't believe you don't believe
we just rolled passed your fenced in home
But we left something behind
People looking and thinking if we're their kind
I feel like a clown
Then you pretend We're not around
People know where they are
Savoir faire the only suite to wear
The demands of workers
Silent pockets of greedy corporations
You can reach down you'll be found
Knee deep in butterfly farts
How can I stand behind him
Memories of alien foot prints
Deep in the woods
Where only I exists
A man called many things but not called you
Different times of his life
Like chickadees mobbing a blackbird
Dont lean on me
I stand half fallen
Being torn from my beliefs
Seeing nothing come out
The machine is not working
They don't dance anymore
But its just like nothing happened
I don't want to be part
Part of this shadow
Part of a life
That knows kind
But won't ever find time
We got too much pride
It's just another day
Do you ever feel like u feel no love and the feeling won't go away,
Or do you feel like your depressed almost every single day,
Are there days u wake up but just can't get out of bed,
Is it cuz facing a new day probably is what you dread,
Have u ever been with someone who did everything right,
But still you were not happy, and would constantly try to fight
Have u ever started crying for no reason, and you could not make it quit,
Or seen things that u knew were not there and thought you were getting messed with,
Have you ever sat there reading a book but don't remember what u just read,
Have nightmares always the same, in them u end up dead,
Or had a friend who u always played with but only you can see,
Seen someone with all the symptoms and said that wont be me,
Dastardly dreams.. bastardly schemes loom
Hark the starkness of darkness does consume
Well let’s get to the bull elephant in the room
Suffocated by the toxic fume of oligarch doom
Hounded & surrounded by the ghoulish gloom
Bombs zoom go boom mushroom clouds bloom
Don’t be Othellos tame the flame from their bellows
Sunshine and night in your head are old bedfellows
Fight for light respite from our plight blight mellows
A place of grace rhapsody of double bass and cellos
Simple ploy take joy in the coy little things life brings
Means stuff stings hug tiny treasures like spring sings
Verdant valleys measures tallies with Lord of the Rings
Mother nature’s pleasures at leisure all Queens & Kings
Serene sanctuary of what ifs and riffs of sliding doors
Don’t be pernickety or finickety believe in serendipity
Take detours explore more and floor our many flaws
When life gets gritty it’s not about having a cash kitty
Creed to heed can indeed feed on witty repartee & ditty
Go on show pity & plead you don’t need to be so shi**y
Askew I say coo and woo not just be true to thine self
Hear qu*er sneaky devil whine or revel of a cheeky elf
Like a fine wine just heave and then leave on the shelf
Knew you are the clue to accrue your own grown wealth
Find that the best quest and test for your mental health
Stars aligned unwind and your mind is well kind to itself
A fixture of grief,
anchored where memory splits.
The quest unfolds in fog—
no path, just pulses
of unease mimicking direction.
Every thought incurs penalty.
Fear taxes breath.
Dread rewrites the map
before the journey begins.
An unseen impact
knocks the axis off center—
consciousness spirals,
fractured, repeating.
Focus becomes a casualty.
There are voices,
but they speak only in sanctions.
No comment.
No deviation.
No witness.
Even breath becomes strategic—
withheld, rationed,
used to mask retreat.
I speak in silence now.
Each word I don't say
becomes another wound
I have to learn to live around.
Coloured Dogs
Grey is the dog that haunts and whines;
Whose boredom curls, whose mist entwines;
Whose ennui dulls a lively mind,
Whom inspiration deadens.
Blue is the dog that grips the heart -
Turns melancholia into art,
Who tears the light of hope apart,
And drowns all joy and laughter.
Yellow’s the dog who runs and hides,
Who shrinks from life’s high winds and tides.
Whom confidence and hope deride,
Whom cowardice disables.
Red is the dog whose fury roars,
Rejecting peace, extolling war.
Destroying all and seeking more,
With anger all-consuming.
Of all the dogs, Black is the Beast,
Grey, Blue, Red, Yellow, all released;
Descending on the mind to feast,
And turn the soul to ashes.
This pack of coloured dogs is mine.
I hear their bays, know every whine.
And to their states I must resign.
It is my lot, my fortune.
We’ve been together for as long as I
can remember
If I was a raging fire you were that
first ember
You cheered me up every time I got
depressed
You got me through the moments that
I felt stressed
Every time that I needed you, you were always there
That amazing feeling you gave me
nothing could compare
I had to see you multiple times just
to get through the day
How I felt when you weren’t around is
a feeling I can’t convey
I’d do anything and everything just to
spend time with you
I would sell my very soul if that’s what
I had to do
The help you once gave me became
a thing of the past
I now see clearly the dark shadow on
my life you had cast
Everything you made me feel turned out
to be lies
Not a friend at all, you were the devil in disguise
I needed to find a way to keep you from coming back
I found NA meetings is what keeps me
on the right track
Working the 12 step program and finding
my higher power
Being able to kick my addiction and
leaving you to cower
In a world that demands perfection's might,
We hide behind a painted light,
Smiling lips and twinkling eyes,
Conceal the storms that rage inside.
Anxiety grips us like a vice so tight,
Depression tangles our thoughts in endless night,
Yet we carry on, day after day,
And find a way to face the fray.
Wearing a mask, pretending we're fine,
Hiding the pain that we can't define,
But deep inside, a voice does cry,
Let me be me, and let my true self fly.
Within the chambers of our mind,
Shadows loom, a troubled find,
Anxiety and fears entwine,
Depression whispers, (You're not fine.)
In solitude, these shadows grow strong,
Feeding on doubts that linger long,
But let's remember, we're not alone,
Mental health matters, it's time to make it known.
Reach out for support, lend a hand,
Together, let's break this heavy stand,
You're not alone, dear heart, it's true,
Seek help when your soul's flame is through.
Is to be pushed to the brink of psychosis
And to then be labelled mentally unstable
It is to ask for help and be met with the door
Then when we worsen they blame us for waiting too long
As if we didn't come when the wound was fresh
Not when it becomes a scar
Our pain silenced
But our mortality rates speak volumes
We enter a hospital to heal
But leave with more trauma
The hospital bed burdened with the weight of our tears fallen
For us being heard is a concept so foreign
The neglect a black woman faces is something too common
It's like a haunted house
Where every ghost
Is a black woman's scream for help
Where every jumpscare is our decline in health
Their hate outweighs their oath
To protect, to help, to heal
They'd rather us have a slow painful death
Then change their racist mindsets
Despite the contributions that black people have given to medical science
We are still treated like an issue
A pain in the back you can't get rid of
Which is quite ironic
When those who refuse us
Wouldn't be here without us
And everything we have sacrificed
And the lack of bodily autonomy
The violence to our bodies
And not one single 'thank you"
Just excuses of why they can't help you
How our pain is a non issue