Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

I have no sense of time, the pride from my accomplishments is as null as the concept of permanence, besides the fog — seeping into my mind as deep as the proverbial soul within me. in the mist of what is left of myself, the only depth i can catch...

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My old jeans menacing. Gold jewelry too. I have to feel the weird belt around my waist. And the bracelet that appeared somehow. Socks drying off. Changing color too. Nothing is as blue as a T-shirt. That has a tragic stain. I have to eat taco soup. Just ground beef and broth. A horrible thing....

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Great T-rumposaurus meanus! Adolph and Don share a genus With teensy wiener Was Hitler meaner Or Trump with his weeny p-e-n-i-s?...

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False Spiritualities Our age is full of spiritual criminals “I teach you!” I will show you the way!” Yes, they will help. Of course. For money People want to find the way. The way out Why? People are fearing. Hmm. Future Yes. But maybe too late, the gate is closed Then came the help! The spiritual teachers! “I teach you practices, knowing, meditations!” They...

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so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet. a (groaning) dread nobody deserves to muddle through, day after day; the loss of a spouse ...

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Death is to be my great enemy For in living I am to be The friend of life, and put to death That force that longs to steal my breath— Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave My ally, the stone that bears my name The one, oh would that I could fill That hole, that bowl of earth To swallow me down...

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I have weird eyes. Like wires that connect. Blinking at the same time as being painful. Eating too much. With weird, starving eyes. Eyelashes gripping. Pupils which are tingling. Eyes everywhere. Just eyes and no body. Just eyes. Grappling eyes. That's what mental illness is. The eyes. That’s what anxiety acts like. Caving in, horrible, weird,...

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Hopelessness When your body and mind are disconnected When your falling in a sea of darkness and accept it When the silence is loud you can hear your heartbeat It's the feeling of a deep pit In your stomach All the contents of your stomach being Consumed by it Replaced by the feeling of sickness Leaving a...

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no i wouldn't die for you. i wouldn't, and i'm not sorry. i spent too long hiding in the shadows, waiting lurking wanting and hoping that they'd see that I would have. in an instant, i would have. a bullet, a train, a grenade, a pile of pills. i would've taken any of them for anyone. but instead, life shot me with an arrow. life gave me you. this...

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Depression is a thief that can rob you of all reason never staying the same like the changing of a season Depression is a liar whispering in your ear telling you awful things that you shouldn't have to hear Depression is a prison with bars of your own creation keeping you trapped in a dungeon, with sorrow as...

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All this fuss to fix my brain Screen line beeps to prove my life What a mess to make me sane Back down in this bed I’m chained Nurses needles prick the same All this fuss to fix my brain Back again, that mental pain That cuts into me— real knife What a mess to make me sane Trying to make me whole again Just...

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Empty, that's all she felt She hated the numbness that would blindly attack She did so much for others But she couldn't help herself She carried the weight of being black Where racism would slowly break her back She couldn't even go to a hospital they'd probably throw her out Calling her 'dramatic' Saying she should go somewhere else This...

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Nothing I’m nothing. I always have been. Just a whisper in the air, Begging to be someone, To be there. Nothing, This poem is nothing. Because nothing wrote it. Everything I feel is nothing. Because I’m nothing. Everything I say. Is nothing. My cuts are nothing. Because nothing made them. My blood is nothing. Because it’s nothing. My pain is nothing. Because I’m nothing. This doesn’t mean anything. Because this is nothing. I was born...

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too many choices whispered voices nagging doubts indecision sprouts anxiety flips paralysis grips nervous breakdown ...

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Exhaustion was a burden she would always have to carry A lingering shadow that gave her no peace Even haunting her in her sleep Her most notable feature Was her eye bags so heavy They begged to be heard Screamed to be released Hoping someone will save her from the abyss Of Exhaustion Tired from a life of always running Away...

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