Mentally Ill Poems - Poems about Mentally Ill

My mind shorts out sometimes And my judgment goes out the window That's when I do stupid & the aftermath makes me feel suicidal. Sometimes it leads me right into Temptation & straight into evil. Catching myself zoning out, More often than not, not on happy thoughts, But on traumatic events And everything I feel guilt over. The grim reaper was...

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A people person made to not like people I've known the worst ones, spiteful, evil, I gave sympathy they pointed out the wimp in me I gave time they mocked and undermine I showed compassion and offered protection no such fashion came my direction When I was weak they labelled me needy suffered, didn't speak my spirit was bleeding my reality refused but my pain was present with everyone confused I drained...

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Screams upon screams Noise upon noise Can't sleep again These are the joys Fancy a break? Just take a pill I'll probably work lol Mentally Ill...

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Some say I am bewitched Others believe that I am cursed Many think I have gone mad But what they don't know is that I am mentally ill. I did not choose to be this way And I did not ask for this Neither did I wish to be like this It just came to me just as it might come to...

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Sometimes it is just too much I am up and want to touch I am jovial and part of the crowd Dancing on tabletops, being so proud Drinking and laughing, I want to stay high Spinning and grinning up at the sky Sometimes it is just too much I am down and don't want to be touched I am sad and not...

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Someone please help me please call the doctor 911 it’s an emergency please come save me Because I'm going crazy a lot of people think I'm insane in the classroom talking to myself as if someone is really there But I swear I saw a girl sitting right next to me walking through the hallways seeing different spirits Walking home and...

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Mental Illness We are the last vestiage of the ostracized. We are the lepers of the moon who walk among the unforgiving innocent with luminous sores. We are hieratic stones that mark a trail to divinity, unaware of mediocrity. We are the nightmare and cuirass of your terminal souls. We are the delicate, immortelles flowers of creation's jewellery and dwell...

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Proud to be absolutely crazy Proud to be absolutely mad Proud to be an outlaw in society Psychotic symptoms An absolute maniac to society Police are looking for you Don’t know who you are Get a job mate I have a job To see things you don’t see To determine things you will never see To destroy and capitalize the world I am not Hitler I am the...

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