Mental Poems - Poems about Mental

I have to deal with Noah when I wake up. When I sleep. In the middle of the day. Where's my rest? I have to deal with him when I'm with Roland. When I'm with mom. When I'm with Grandpa. When do...Read the rest...

My mom used to make me breakfast before school. The microwave would beep three times. I have my own microwave now. I made the wrong choice. My mom lives alone. I live alone too. I like driving sometimes. They like to follow...Read the rest...

If you could see beyond the skin, to all my trauma, buried deep within, you'd be in awe; I still manage to grin. I struggle with sleep; some days I can't eat, left feeling empty, dead on my feet, yet my aching heart, still continues to...Read the rest...

If you're a Carer or Empath, please remember to fill your own cup first... and put on your oxygen mask to ensure you're alive first before helping others. It's too easy to keep giving and...Read the rest...

My mom takes me. Therapists are very accommodating. I talk with rhymes. Waiting on slimes. She walked through the door. It started to pour. She hands me a notebook thank you. Therapists hate me. But they collect a fee. In the waiting room. Connections of...Read the rest...

She wonders. If I did. Forget the dishes, dishes, dishes. There are sharp knives, that get sharper. Dirty water. It’s always Tuesday when I get cuts on my fingers. We never have bandages, I don’t know why. The knives and I fight...Read the rest...

27 years it took her to realize she wasn't alone; she had herself. But who was she? She felt more. So she left. Alone like an iceberg, she was drifting away to thaw from her past. But once...Read the rest...

These eyes are full If I blink this river will flood, Overwhelming feeling My fears are misunderstood. An unboxed memory- open Thoughts I cannot take, Don’t want to talk about it Fear- my mind will of course break. Can’t push it back now It’s...Read the rest...

we had all grown used to seeing me in a hospital bed but this time, i don’t know if i’ll pull through. my mother is a brilliant woman. strong and tenacious. i can feel her anxiety building as my blood...Read the rest...

All my life, I’ve ran from what is, Out of fear, but hope too, For my minutes with you are short. I run for You, I run towards you, afraid that all Of us are broken, the Clock does not mend lives, It...Read the rest...

From that synthetic blossom Emanate both a swirling silence And a timeless illusion Embedded in rustic profusion. Yet a timeless blossom To a rustic mind Signifies no swirling illusion But from it emerge and emanate The opposite of a synthetic silence On this...Read the rest...

A friend recently told me he could not imagine me having a hard life In many ways, I don’t my bills get paid I knew on our first date that my spouse was my forever my home is safe and...Read the rest...

What makes me not enough? It seems I make others happy. Why is the exception myself? I champion my successes, I recognize my strengths, but inadequate I feel. When the walls whisper their song of the self, it’s not a ballad of awe. I...Read the rest...

Horrible, disgusting casserole. Could kill me. I used to go shopping once a week. And waste my life making casserole that gets worse and worse. It’s too risky, I can choke on a casserole. So I’ll get pizza, it’s safer. They...Read the rest...

Why is a word that can cause an argument. Why do I get stuck in the my head? Why do I have labels on my skin? Why are you being so dramatic? Why do talk...Read the rest...