Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

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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Looking out my bedroom window, I can only see the happy souls, and the path I bear is the feared, since 20 and only in second gear, I just wish for the butterflies, I can only see in the twilight, caught between there and here, the flowing of and then dried up tears, I don't cry any-more. There once was insight that did delight, but...

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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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COMPLICATED GIRL I woke up to the sound of water, splashing on the floor... I wonder what's got into her now I jumped up as quickly as I could, leaping from the bed... Hoping that she's still here somehow Bridge What's my life becoming, Where'd it all go wrong, Isn't it a grand illusion anyway? Chorus So I will try to understand, she's a...

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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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Freed from its cell in the hive T-rumposaurus comes alive This monster is back And plans to attack With project twenty twenty-five...

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Be a still shadow when the void is smeared onto concrete walls. The void— a deafening drone— devours shadows that dare speak. It closes in, fast— in my head it whispers: Join us. You are hollowed enough to blend in without fault. I sit still— because I was told: If I move—If I shiver— I become the smeared void....

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Dare I share my intrusive thoughts Once suicidal in a mood so dark I actually tried to stop my heart Using vitamins to sin with life to part It was a low that got so deep Manic tide had overcome me Was hearing voices in trilogies Mad as I was bipolar buried I recall walking outside Collapsed in the sunshine Barely recall ambulance ride Feeling lost...

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I could be famous. Through laughter, then evil laughter. Maybe sleep. I could be famous if I used all my power. Or I could be desperate. In thinking things. Somehow, secretly. Everyone became more famous than me. No one talks about it. Becoming more and more… Reclusive. Writing things down. I use my powers, but they can...

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All i see from above is your eyes Look to the sun above the skies I know im not alive but i pray That you will live day by day One day we will reunite And have so much fun But together right now isnt good enough for one In the world is not fair I know how i died it made...

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My inner voice changes, as day turns to night. While one stays complacent, the other only wants to fight. In daylight, so sweet, a peaceful love maker. When night comes, just rage, a vicious peace taker. I should have fought back, not...

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There is some way to be more independent. Out here. I wish I could reach the laundry today. No one told me how. If I were more independent? Maybe I wouldn’t be pacing in front of the window at night. The curtains drawn, shadows pacing. I could be two people, or a person with a job....

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Depression Its darkness. A cold embrace, An old friend. It welcomes me, like a lighthouse after a tragic storm. I feel her claws like a deceiving caress Her words drown me in blanket of numbness Bitterness maws at me like a rabid wolf I sleep I eat I sleep again. Praying she doesn’t invade my dreams. Too late. Grades drop faster than silence after I tell someone...

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She flickers in the glass— a glitch of golden déjà vu, The paint strokes—bright, wild yellow, but no warmth leak through. I sometimes reach for her dimming leaves that hum against my skin then disappear. I pull back and smell ash, when nothing’s charred. There were twelve petals yesterday, now, only eleven. I wake up and count again. Still eleven, or maybe none. (I’m not sure if...

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