#mentalhealthpoem
Some days just drift and pass me by,
Like someone wants to speak, but’s shy.
The words get lost, they slip away,
And all that’s left is quiet dismay.
I hide my sadness deep and pall,
Like treasures kept behind a wall.
Not to impress or make a show,
But just so no one has to know.
I look myself into the mirror sometimes,
And feel okay in little times.
The weight I carry fades a bit,
Just after this moment, I don’t quit.
Maybe I’m still here, not gone,
Maybe I still can hold on.
I think that maybe, in this place,
Someone staring at my silent face.
That moments of mine I can’t describe,
The emotions I feel stays always inside.
The fruit is ripe upon the tree,
The time had moved on, and so had me.
But still people throw their words like stones,
Even though I stay kind, though I’m alone.
When silence stays, it fills emotion layer,
It wraps around me everywhere.
It hums so loud, it mostly feels,
Like something inside me still heals.
Or maybe that’s just in my mind,
A hope I’ve left for me to find.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
Labels, what are they?
You are not defined by the labels of mental health
You are not defined by doctors, or psychiatrist
You are yourself, you are more then a label
YOU ARE A HUMAN!!
Who really cares what labels you have
They are not you
You are yourself, you're the one working
You are the one who is hanging out with friends and family
Not your labels
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
Every body,
Micro, macro or ***** Whale,
Whether healthy and hale,
Or weak and failing,
Will die trying to live,
Will bend, mend and maintain,
Suffer and celebrate to sustain
The body.
I am a body.
Not any body, but one of everybody.
I am bending,
I can mend,
I will sustain.
You could say,
I am some body.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC