Mental Health Poems | Examples of Mental Health Poetry

Guess who just had a baby Then hearing about another death of a celebrity Say hello to a group of friends But look down and see I’m mute again So Put in my password and username But everyone logs into a different game What? Am I the shadow? Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? Yes, please let...

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Like a dust that has been blown away If I only had the chance to really say But I can only stand on the dock of a bay Within this soul there is a empty world inside With no one near or anybody far Not even a single wound or a mere scar No love, hate or pride Just a place where...

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I have nothing to live for. I have nothing to die for. If I die today, it will be nothing If I live today, it will be for nothing...

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Trudging down the same path Present equals past Red clay My problems outlast The runes have been cast Astray A delayed forecast Emotion outcast I failed ...

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Twisted and taunted, I stood in the wintry path where sparkling silver slivers of mercury searched for their brethren to merge as one. Colder than my path, a clammy cold from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds coming from the chill of the grave, and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones and freezing my soul. Its harshness racked me as...

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A boy walks slow through halls of glass, His shadow flickers, thin as grass. Each step a secret, each breath a theft, Of hunger’s war and weightless heft. They whisper when they think he’s gone, “Is he okay? He looks withdrawn.” But laughter fades when backs are turned, And eyes like his are never learned. His plate remains a battlefield— Each bite a blade,...

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The voice in my head is a voice almost silent, it gets louder when i sleep, louder when i wake and i can’t make it stop. This voice is the voice that takes over when i need to act, i act irrational, i act against everything i think but this voice is always there in...

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Began chatting, then as talking. Talking, to safe haven. Safe haven, to unfolding the dark tucked away. Unfolding, to sharing years of distant memories. Sharing, to unloading your internal warehouse. Unloading, to tears flowing. Tears flowing, words stinging. Words stinging, airway burning. Relief, haunting at bay for...

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I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold, no pennies left to buy a dream or hold. Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight...

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My PTSD is here within me. Tries to control my mind. Tries to dictate what I find. My PTSD lives here with me. Can control some actions and thoughts. Bilateral movements ground my defence to its calls. My PTSD creates vivid memories which lock me into dark spaces alone. I have to act when the triggers...

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Not sure when it started at 6 staying out of a brutally violent household taking to the unforgiving streets. The streets became my teacher and family albeit dangerous life lessons learned from a merciless source. Spiritual and corporal sorrow from father’s beatings, his cruel degradation too much to bear, as everyone stood by watching me bleed. At 13, befriending teens from troubled homes,...

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I lace my shoes as morning breaks, The hush of dawn, the route I take. With every step, the world fades out , the sunrise is motivating, no room for doubt. The rhythm builds, my breath in sync, Pacing Past sleeping streets ,and my skin flushes pink. My thoughts untangle, calm and clear, Each footfalll is bliss , my heartbeat...

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The world drones on, beyond this amber membrane I recline within the waxen chambers— a sovereign of nectar enthroned in illusion Muffled voices leak through honey walls distorted—like speech submerged in syrup: “Gone… her mind distills itself… hallucinations… delusional constructs…” I attempt to see— but the hum begins, low as a beast dreaming in its burrow. My votaries rise, spilling gold into my gaze Sweet venom varnishes my sight— my...

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Always concerned with mental strain Anxiously hiding it to numb the pain Not quite living more like a mode However life will always prod and goad Dragging you out from behind your cloak Whether or not you’re positioned to cope Dropping the ball is nearly a certainty When every minute is a storm at sea Difficult to...

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This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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