#mentalhealth poems on Hello Poetry

The Invisible Poet Mar 20

You've gone through a lot
that much is true.
You've attempted to end your life
the outcome never as you wanted.
But soon enough you'll appreciate life
and the joys of being alive.
The road to recovery is a tough and long one
but it's one you're willing to take.
You haven't self-harmed in over 80 days
I know you can't fathom that.
Self-harm was your lifeline
in the awful house you lived in.
Yes, past tense, lived in
you escaped that hell of a house.
Your siblings have not
but they were always favored more.
You don't have many friends
but the ones you do are amazing.
Sadly, those friends live far away
but when you see them,
it's like you were never apart.
You still struggle with mental health
but you're getting better and stronger.
Life is more enjoyable now
even though we never wanted to be alive this long.
Maybe it's a good thing I'm still alive.
- Liam

#dearyoungerself #tomypastself #letter #healingjourney #mentalhealth

AB Mar 20

Search

I have spent months of my life, hour by hour, poured over studying psychology.

My test grades reflect skill. I search textbooks and case studies like my own personal bible.

I memorize vocabulary like a mantra, I cite diagnostic characteristics like poems.

I can’t find a chapter in my textbook on why I cannot sleep at night when the air smells the same way it did this time 6 years ago.

No vocabulary explains why me and my father haven’t been the same since I was a child, my teacher will never tell me why I haven’t fit into my body for years.

I will never write an essay using the scientific method to study why my body will never release what has happened to it.

it’s pretty late at night and I can’t sleep, so I wrote some. this and the next thing I post may be trash and I may delete them in the morning, but tonight they’ve breached the containment of my notes app

#poetry #psychology #studying #mentalhealth

Pierce Samuel Mar 19

Weeds

My thoughts are disregarded like weeds
Just a bother in the concrete
Tried to be a flower for your enjoyment
As it turns out, I'm the disappointment

**** me out, one by one
But keep me around for the fun
When you bloom next to a ****
You look better than unaccompanied

Because my value is less
As it lowers your success
Compared to that of a flowers
My company just sours

Kinda realized most my friends aren't actual friends, but you know, makes for epic poetry!!

#friends #friendship #mentalhealth

Shaun Copple Mar 19

OKAY CYCLE

You're having another meltdown.
It's ok.
You're having another nervous twitch.
It's ok.
Your nerves are shot so much—
Your heart has gone to the moon.

Back in the living room, laying down.
It's ok.
You're breathing in and breathing out.
It's ok.
Your chest is rising with a sense of calm.
Your nerves are returning to the launchpad.

In the tumble dryer cycle of life, again.
It's ok.
Your mind has looped itself around my leg.
It's ok.
As much as I pull, I can't get out.
You're ******* my soul, little pig.

Flowing with the surf of 6 feet waves.
You're ok.
Your little boat—capsize is impossible.
You're ok.
My seat next to you was made in heaven.
Pushing and pulling we float to the sun.

Worn out from this endless sea of crises.
It's ok.
You're in this with me, there is no escape.
You're ok.
We will survive, partners for life.
We will discover the peace within us.
We're ok.

OK is never far away.

#mentalhealth #breakthru #peace

Anna Patricia Mar 18

Bipolar tendencies.

I've been dancing with this invisible illness.
All year round, from dusk to dawn, for six years now.
"What a pity," I tell myself.
One minute, it's all highs.
Next thing you know, it's all lows.
Being stained with fiery yellows,
Then soaked with pitch dark blacks.
A curse, a cycle, without an end.
There goes all hope.
I have nothing left to live for, nothing left to give.
Maybe this is the end that I've been yearning for.

I'm hanging on a thin, thin thread.

#mentalhealth #bipolar #bipolardisorder #depression #mania

Dhimss Mar 18

Rubber Rooms

The matter of the fact happens to be, I've ****** my way to ascension and I know how my shackles broke.

I wasn't rambling about nonsense but the **** I was spewing wasn't venom but love. I was sharing information about the future and that brought me to find the right help because at one point I realized I was everyone's safe space but I forgot who mine were.

I've been in every possible timeline. I know Claire, I know the real bubblegum baddies. I just thought I was tripped through all of that though.

Maybe change is uncomfortable in the way people with body dysmorphia feel, changing clothes in front of a mirror with shearing blind lights.

Maybe it wasn't me that was crazy. I just asked the right questions.

I was apolitical for a reason, but then I realized politics is your fundamental human right and if I don't fight for my human rights, who will?

If I don't claw and scream my way out, who will?
I've always been nice but I've always also been just out of reach from happiness.

So maybe it wasn't me.
Maybe, maybe isn't even the word.
The words ought to be in the present tense because change can't be seen until it's all done.

psych ward retrieves

#mentalhealth #social #justic #politics #humanrights

Sean Briere Mar 18

Directions on How to Heal

Leave the flowers be
Let them bask
Let them live a full life until they shrivel into themselves until next season
Resist the urge to fix
Let other people have hard feelings
Meet discomfort with curiosity
Take it in your arms like a dancing partner
Let it swirl around you
Watch it dissipate like smoke
***** safety nets all around your mind
Crawl into pillow forts of regulation
Look for dew on the grass in the morning
Let the sun kiss your feet
Eat an extremely ripe mango
Paint your nails on the porch
Breath into your belly
Your life is happening right now
And right now
And right now

#healing #mentalhealth #selflove

Que Mar 14

the sinking

who sanctioned these tears?
i might drown.
my body is not strong enough
to carry the weight
i drag myself down.
there's whispers, slight tremors
of what ailed me.
vibration inadequate to challenge
what failed me.
am i good enough?
or does the silent screaming
distract too much?
ask for too much?

#poem #prose #selflove #mentalhealth #depression #survivor #quotable

Que Mar 14

what i didn't realize

Coffee in the ashes
a chaotic tragedy
teetering on the edge
of infantile sanity.
clawing away at what hindsight gave me;
what the mishaps shaved from me.
and you keep coming back
like a perennial gunshot
to the barricades i put up.

#poem #prose #selflove #mentalhealth #depression #survivor #quotable

Que Mar 14

coulda/woulda/shoulda

what I would do
here reminiscing in your shadows.
faint laughs wafting: sweet gestures taunting.
I crave what was
I cave from what is.
call me mentally weak
but I doubt anyone else
would've lasted this long,
cried this hard, held on this strong.

what i could do
with your tone piercing my sanity
I long to be cherished
and seen
not tolerated or screamed
at like a dog.

what I should do
just waiting to spring from my tongue,
boundaries like flowers
I never watered;
sun-dried and half-withered.

#poem #prose #selflove #mentalhealth #depression #survivor #quotable