Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

Continue reading...

Its not a lighthouse in a storm Theres no foghorn to be heard Lighthouses warn of danger Make you turn away without a word Its not a spotlight to be avoided Not glaring into your soul Not trying to bring attention To every flaw or failed goal Its a beacon there to guide you To help you find your way to shelter No matter what...

Continue reading...

In my heart broken fog of grief, I realize that I am not alone I have family, friends, God, my husband, and so many prayers to sustain me but it feels like the air is heavy, the tasks ahead of me are impossible and I am alone in the world BUT, I am not and I will put one foot in front...

Continue reading...

My mind spins in endless flight, chased by shadows of self-doubt. Love’s mirror feels unkind tonight, each flaw a storm, my heart shouts. I wish to rest where calm resides, be free of the chaos within. But winds of fear whisper, collide, uncertainty sways where I begin. Yet in...

Continue reading...

JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991. We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction, In which we both were in a win-win situation. Since then, we became close friends, Every week, she travelled a long way to see me, Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts. Which she made and delivered to many shops, Displayed closed to the...

Continue reading...

Night is pending. Not even the most anxious can avoid time. Day after day I dread the the death of nothing that the night spawns. The TV becomes my best friend~ a window of light in the abyss. Old TV shows are brighter than the new. Tonight I choose The Andy Griffith Show. I put my earphones in, and turn the volume down (on the off chance sleep embraces me) and I...

Continue reading...

I don't have questions Nor the answers to them I don't ask Because I don't know I don't have love Nor the definition to it I don't ask it Because I know fear And it gets in the way...

Continue reading...

When there's trouble in my mind. I say, "God please help me at this time!" He knows everything we all go through. Because He created them, me and you! He knows before we do it, we'll be mad. Knows just how to comfort us when we're sad. When my thoughts take over, or I'm ill. I ask Him to help me, because...

Continue reading...

Second Guessing In To Out Sometimes, I wish… my ears to brain to mouth worked as close to normal as possible. These are the times when I second guess the communication process. Life and communication would be much easier. I often second guess the whole process of information coming in and what I say going out. This...

Continue reading...

Alphabet Soup Stigma A multitude of letters bob and undulate as I stir the soup. I gaze confused when I notice the letters haphazardly merge together…Magnetized letters repel and pull together. Slowly familiar acronyms form. PTSD, GAD, BPAD, MDD, and more. I recognized DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) acronyms. My feelings are mixed....

Continue reading...

There’s something good about having this brain. I like having a stain. Sunday closes a lot of things. As if businesses have wings. There’s no such thing as a twenty dollar bill. There’s no chatter on that window sill. Laughing is all I wish to do. You can’t shatter all my glue. They gave me...

Continue reading...

Like a can of pop overflowing, Pent up emotions in me overtaking, Old feelings saturating the newest feeling, Afraid of when the table will start turning. Like the cola soda covering A table in which I am patiently waiting, I am as usual finding my feelings confusing, This metaphor is staining my well-being. Like the cold hard thin metal lining, I am lost again...

Continue reading...

Unsure just which of these deep desires of mine is stronger: My desire to belong to someone who's wonderfully mature Or my desire to entertain many like a wildfire....

Continue reading...

This entropy, it's endless. I'm captive in your void of sleep. My eyes are strung open, My hands clung to you But I'm drifting off, I'm drifting far away, Away from here, and as hard as I grasp onto you, I know I won't be back. Every time it happens. I can't think straight, I am so far off, And if I can't be me, I can't...

Continue reading...

Race Track Thinking I didn't choose an ADHD brain. At times a random whispered thought, barely connected, pops in uninvited, insistent to be acknowledged and immediately included in my conversation… Most of the time it's a detour, with minimal disruption. Thoughts drift, barely nudges the adjacent car, and our cars wobble… we stay on course…...

Continue reading...