#schizophrenia poems on Hello Poetry

stargazer May 2018

I am trapped in a straitjacket
Unable to move
I may as well be in a casket

Trying to remember how I got here
Everything is so unclear
I am blindfolded and everything starts to disappear

Out of control
Out of my mind
Out of a soul

I fight against the sleeves
Thrashing, resisting
Trying so hard to leave

Doctors whispering reassuringly
But the words don't reach me
No matter how kindly

In an asylum you don't pay rent
Because you are a slave against your will
Held there just for thinking something different

Not a single letter
No one wants to talk to the insane
No one even thinks you'll ever get better

Then you lose hope in your own recovery
No one else believes it, why should you?
You forget what it is to even be free.

Alone
Forgotten
Unknown

This straitjacket gets no easier to bear
I pull and pull
But it gets no better to wear

#straitjacket #insane #anxiety #schizophrenia #awareness #asylum

Sana May 2018

Broken Glasses and Plastic Plates

The broken Glasses and Plastic Plates
The broken mirrors that tell the tales
Of life I once spent in shadows
The lingering fears I silently swallowed

All the birthdays never celebrated
Tools and Knives contemplated
Hidden in the boxes, never to be found
Pistol in drawer with empty rounds

The music played but there's no sound
Within the walls of the haunted house
I knew that place, I knew it well
My only home, we had to sell

Bitter memories, I try to forget
'Hide away , records and cassettes'
Take down the frames, hide the pictures
'He'll tear it all', said my sister

The calls for help, you may not hear
Don't listen to the music, don't cover your ears
One cloudy day, I came back home
To find her face, in a bluish tone

Pretended that I never saw
Raging pain in my fainting heart
It was a brick, he intended to use
Changed his mind, just punched and bruised

I loved that record, I loved it much
He threw it away, it melted in the sun
I loved that picture in golden frame
He tore it apart, it was never the same

The life went on like this forever
Sky sees light, that our hearts could never......to be continued...

#fate #life #schizophrenia #family

Jack Torrance May 2018

Ghost

Today I saw a ghost,
and didn’t know just how to act.
I sat and stared, so unprepared,
for a fiction that’s a fact.

It came out of nowhere,
and caught me so off guard.
I froze in place, the look on my face,
both terrified and hard.

He should be dead, at least I thought,
he died so long ago.
So why the hell, for heavens sake,
should he now decide to show?

I buried him, with my own hands,
I scooped the dirt myself.
I didn’t want to, trust me now,
that chapter was on the shelf.

Mr. nice guy, oh so cool,
such an understanding guy.
If you only knew, that there were two,
then you would know just why.

Today I saw myself,
the part I thought had died.
Now I don’t know, just we’re he went,
but I wonder why he lied.

#schizophrenia #insane #crazy

Seth Honda Apr 2018

Silence

It is silent tonight. Dead silent. Not the kind of silent that I usually experience, today it is truly... silent. I’m gonna tell you something. There are eight parts of me. Eight people with names that all are a part of me. They coexist in my mind, having conversations, warning me, being paranoid. Sometimes... it gets a little crowded in there. So I live for nights like these. nights where my mind is silent, everyone is tucked away in bed. For no one is talking. I think without refrain, enjoying my thoughts because when it is loud, my thoughts do not feel like they are mine, and the ones that are do not feel safe. Almost like someone is always intruding into my mind, so I live for nights like these. Nights where I can bathe in my own thoughts, sit in peace and quiet for it is peaceful. it is serene. So as I lay up, looking at the moon, I think. I think of all the places I would like to go, the people I would like to meet and I smile. I smile at the thoughts playing through my mind, memories I like to relive only while I am alone. I begin to think of my father. Of all the Starbucks dates, I think of him holding my hand. Or of him picking me up and throwing me up into the air before catching me, always catching me. Finally, I think of him leaving. And I cry. I look up at the wavy image of the moon, distorted by my tears and I smile. I let the tears fall down my cheek and I stick my tongue out, tasting the salty liquid running down my face. My tears hit my knees and they fall to my bed. The pain slowly leaving my body. I feel a lightness in me as I get to relive these moments, normally tucked away for safekeeping. I get to miss him. I swing my knees over the edge and sit on my window sill, dangling my feet off of my two story high window. Memories flooding my brain, my mouth curls up. I feel my feet tingle with fear, I remember days at Disney land, skipping down Main Street. I long to be a kid again, carefree and.. well happy. But I can not. So I settle for the silence. I settle for tonight. I settle for peace. I settle for reminiscing. I settle for right now because I know tomorrow I will have to tuck away my hopes and dreams, I will not be able to wish upon a star. I know tomorrow it will not be silent. So I sit and look up at the moon and its stars and I smile. I settle for, freedom.

#schizophrenia #voices #silence

David John Mowers Apr 2018

My

Four
Schiz(Zoo)phrenic
breaks
with reality
are
me

I can
-hear-
YOU

fluttering. . .
fluttering. . .

birds communicating
insects have emotion(s)

hear ~ravens
calling me

footsteps on the ceiling *

and you. . .
appear solid
I could've touched you.

I have had four complete hallucinations whereby everything was nothing real. The brain appears to open pathways that later in life open up without LSD leading to strange voices, shadow people, lights and auditory hallucinations.

#mentalillness #schizophrenia #zoo #my #hearingthings #voices #hallucinations #auditoryhallucinations

V Mar 2018

RX Poetry

Poetry has always been the medicine for my tired, tormented head,
They tried to numb me away with many tiny pills, but "I'll be okay" I said.
With confusion, I knew none would understand,
What writing does for me, why typing or a pencil was more powerful than any drug induced trance.

When all has frightened me,
From voices, hallucinations, and death,
Writing is my heaven from the monsters who tell me:
"No one cares or loves you, just shut the hell up and go to bed."

My schizophrenia has been a horrible hell for me lately, and so has resurfacing trauma.
But needless, despite all my medications...
The power of writing anything has saved my life more than anything.

#schizophrenia #voices #hallucinations #depression #battles #courage #poetry #writing #vent #emotional

Joshua Michael Mar 2018

What is mental illness?

Its the feeling you get when your mind is a war zone, a warped home where grimmy thoughts roam, with no guidance or support zone, your so frightened to fight it on your own. More poems of suicide and self harm, you ever dreamt you died and felt calm? Just a truant mind with health crimes, help cant cure a ruined life in Hell's palms. You fell in to a ditch and because of it popping bottles of pills that you mixing your ***** with, then nodding off a bit picturing god and all of it, a doctors on the phone telling you to ***** it. Consistently monitored, the alcohol, the quiting , the six, seven seizures, its the moment a schizophrenic freezes, hearing a voice that whispers when it pleases, the vigilant bulimic, the obsessive and compulsive,the bipolar mood swing and stomach ulcers. Its the hidden issues that the medicine alters. Its the judgmental that the depression repulses ,the anxiety, the psychs with the notes, the post traumatic stress and the vices to cope. The prices of dope,the ice in the pipe that you smoke. The knife the rope, the temptation of slicing your throat. Its the stigma determined to scare you, when the bourbon your served is your urgent repairer. When not feeling nervous becomes rarer and your mom quits her job to become your permanent carer. Its the psychotic episodes, the days that you lost seeking help, but being crazy isn't something I am ashamed to admit, so stay strong anybody who relates to this, please.

#mentalillness #mental #depressed #anxiety #anxious #schizophrenia #schizophrenic #bipolar #bpd #adhd

peyton Mar 2018

"I love you"

Those three words
I desperately needed to hear them
Because I couldn’t bear to say them
To myself.

I wanted to scream
I wanted to run
To a place where no creature
Could see my face again
But I laid still

Staring at my ceiling, the demons said it for me;
“I love you.”

#schizophrenia #pills #drugs #love #hiding #confidence