Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

Shoe prints, but no shoes. I’m locked in. I left my meds on the other side of that door. I could have just brought them with me. I could have finished my math homework. I...Read the rest...

There are days when the water exhales softly, its glass surface holding the light like a promise, and my boat - once battered and splintered - glides steady, sails catching the wind at just the moment I need them to. The storms...Read the rest...

Get up- Why can’t I move? I just need to get up- Why can’t I get up? My stomach’s churning- Am I hungry or nauseous? Either way I need to eat- What do I want to eat? Nothing, I’d just throw it all...Read the rest...

Obscurities of one's fractured mind Patterns of destructive, haunting thoughts The ones that shatter all sanity And contaminate one's mortal soul I suppose it is time, finally I so desperately needed them free The demons that devour me Heretofore rulers of my...Read the rest...

Salt cascaded across sharp jagged edges of obsidian glass, forgotten but never in the past. Prominent and worn ,used and torn Once to plague your sin-laden body. twice more as an act of revenge....Read the rest...

My heart is unbearably heavy, Faith slipping through my fingers like sand. I’ve faced so many troubles, But now it’s my very soul Battling for a reason to hold on. The fight feels endless; I don’t know if...Read the rest...

It's not always the old grayscale streaks of black and white hues, Sometimes it's emotional recalls shaded in more black and blues, Especially when it comes to my own heartache for all of yous....Read the rest...

It’s Friday. I want to have feelings. Flowers. Stems that grip the ground. They manage. I want a burger. I usually eat plain noodles. But my microwave is burning everything. I used to brush my...Read the rest...

???You are a riddle wrapped in stormy skies, A puzzle box with ever-changing locks. I am the scholar who forever tries To understand your paradoxical talks. One moment, you're a sunrise warm and bright, The next, a tempest raging wild...Read the rest...

Painful. Like a sock with a hole in it. That grows. Faster and faster. Until I curl up on the floor. Curling like twine. There is no hole, my sock is fine. What is painful...Read the rest...

I align my canvas. The paint comes after. Everywhere. My eyes go. Flowing and running. Far from home. In the studio. Far from the blue ocean. I use green, instead. Splattering. Patterns. Then destroying the...Read the rest...

She renders me unstable, A force too wild to cradle. Her laughter cascades, Like untamed hair upon my chest, Each word a dagger, sharp and true, Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too. She throws her head back, And my...Read the rest...

The Routine I woke today, teeth like ground gears. In my dreams, I can fly far above the tear-soaked sequoias and caked roots of all that grow, flying far away from their togetherness- My waking, a cold mockery unveiled. I...Read the rest...

They took me away. I miss my phone. I couldn’t have it. For a week. Sad lights. Instead of ethereal lights. Buried. Lights shining and singing. Healing. I saw healing in the corner of my eye. They...Read the rest...

'I'm thinking positive thoughts,' says the voice from an orange tent in Suicide Forest. Since he hanged his alter ego in effigy, Mr T. Hashimoto has canceled all his psychiatric appointments. He lies on his back and mentally calculates his cortisol level. His...Read the rest...