Mental Health Poems | Examples of Mental Health Poetry

Anxiety, the constant feeling of doom Its like you can’t even come out of your room most days I’m panicky and anxious and I think to myself it’ll never get better I get told quit being so under the weather So I try to think about things that make me happy but my brain starts to fade...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Uncertainty placates the tears Seeking to escape From my partitioned freedom Sharpened ivories cannot supplant the distorted visions Against my flat tomorrows Everybody keeps staring, yet no one notices me. Everybody keeps speaking, yet their sentences remain incomplete. Everybody seeks to shine, while stealing each other’s light. My laughter is powered, yet my worth is powerless. Orders continue to be shouted without context. And I...

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Rock bottom is a dark lonely place One people will pray to never see It's overflowing with the lowest lows Reminding you of a life full of misery The select few who are exiled there Forced to travel God's forsaken road alone With potholes of pain and lanes of loneliness This road is where desperation is...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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Let sail this doom and gloom Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter In the morning head up the gangplank The hours till I lay down is a lifetime I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons How will I lay my aching head at night? Isn’t it how I’ll wake up young again? I’m a sailor heading to international waters Fuel in my belly...

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lights crack, breezes of salt drown the eyes Toss heads of dye, howls collide, the waves still Pacing the wharf, glances leer throughout, giants tear through the skies Decrepit soul, thirst of white, it is a race to uphill To a place of barren dreams, no ink to spare Quakes crash, again, again, I'm awake, no... , you won't reach...

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I once made you a promise So long ago it seems a lifetime Never again would you have To face the darkness alone It was a promise I would repeat With each spiral and dark descent I would never run away No matter how much you expected it Eventually you said goodbye And it shattered me to pieces But that promise never left me Even...

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Maybe I'm not sorry That I left you all behind Maybe this is what I need And iv made up my mind Suicide is selfish Thats what you all will say But your the ones who make me Live like this each day Every second hurts More painful than the last And i will forever hate myself As I relive my past So I hate you all...

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She just wanted help drowning Everytime she tried speaking It felt like a cold hand gripping her throat It felt like racism breathing silence in her mouth To other It looked like she had been saved But she knew she had been condemned To a life without freedom She couldn't pretend She didn't want her life to end She wanted an out And maybe the...

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He wakes up early, not because he’s rested— but because the world doesn't wait. It expects. Demands. Takes. He shows up. He earns. He fixes what’s broken. But no one asks if he’s broken. He’s the provider. The protector. The one who says “I got it” even when he doesn’t. Even when the weight is killing him. His hands are calloused. His smile’s automatic. His inbox is full of bills, but his chest is...

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I bled into paper, let my screams echo through the prison, until on the walls of entrapment, I saw the cracks. In them I learned, that somehow, somewhere, someone saw....

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Waiting for the call Time is the coin of life Spend it wisely Who's to blame? Now they know your game. Ain't it strange That we need to be framed. We need to escape To a house by the sea To get away from the The other you and me To be free It's easy to say Not so easy to see Waiting for the call ...

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I forget— like how leaves forget their tree once autumn called them free. Moments slip and leave an unsettling void for dreams to flourish. Uninvited, wearing the mask of memory. A fiction sung in earnest, stitched in gray hours— where dreams blend into truth. A hushed whisper: “Beauty is truth,”—but I wouldn’t know if the echoes I call "mine" ever rang— I am built of broken facts, soft edits, and pills that patch up what...

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