Mental Health Poems | Examples of Mental Health Poetry

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 lacquered, amber membrane I recline within the waxen chambers— a sovereign of nectar enthroned in illusion Muffled voices leak through resin walls distorted—like speech submerged in molasses: “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...

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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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There once was a man who loved guns With women he hit no home runs He'd whip out his round And shoot it outbound While wishing to target their buns...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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Alcohol to numb the pains. Cigarettes to taste something other than hate. Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head. Makeup to hide the broken girl inside. So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious....

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To keep my words from falling apart, I need the blood that leaves my heart. I chose to stay and face the pain, so it won’t feel so strange again. I wrote the will to still remain, to give my empty words a name. I gave my body, left it bare— was that enough to make them care? I closed my throat, I...

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We met where souls go to whisper— in the quiet halls of the Children’s Campus, Melbourne sun kissing the windows, and sorrow folding into silence. I was just a patient, a tangle of thoughts, a shadow of myself. She— she was the light. Holding a broken child like she held the sky— soft hands, steady heart. Compassion wasn’t a word in her— it was a presence. I never spoke...

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Paranoia, a sly stealthy disease Fells men as tall and as massive as trees Tiny fears in their minds Unravel, leave behind The...

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Hypothesis: What is an ego anyways Are we born with it And from the moment we have the willpower we’re tasked with muting it Or does it grow from experiences of rejection Fed by whom? Is it intrinsically preserving, Extrinsically repelling… For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory Experiment: I’d like to think my ego dissolved The moment...

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Help is both a thing I need and a thing I can’t give out. Every time I am asked for help I struggle to find the words to make it better so all I do is let out a silent yelp. Lack of help and lack of knowledge makes me feel like my trying to help is...

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All through the night Nothing feels right The static sound in left ear Enticing a certain kind of fear Your body feels like it has a current of electricity The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity Never finding anything as a protector When your body is setting off EF on a detector The mind starts to fret and...

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In the flowing darkness of the delirious night I saw once my being sink with my essence escaping, get dissipated in dissociative domain of ethereal ether where I heard the sound of the distant bells toll faintly, masking the music of my life’s violin fading away in stalled time’s deadly depth of smothering silence. ...

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