#mentalhelp - Hello Poetry

The way you speak to me is a balm taken from the sea, molded and refined to heal my broken soul. When the winds have left me broken, you hum into my ears. I follow your voice when I'm lost— those times I cannot see, when I’m surrounded by that thick fog of knives and daggers. When I'm crippled with heartache and feel everything other than nothing, and then nothing at all. In those times, I follow the melody you cast from your lips, and I make it out alive.

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC

TheSingingPoetofIG

Balm of my Soul

The way you speak to me is a balm taken from the sea, molded and refined to heal my broken soul. When the winds have left me broken, you hum into my ears. I follow your voice when I'm lost— those times I cannot see, when I’m surrounded by that thick fog of knives and daggers. When I'm crippled with heartache and feel everything other than nothing, and then nothing at all. In those times, I follow the melody you cast from your lips, and I make it out alive.

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I was built with an iron will and a weak soul. I was made by the best, and built to take a hit. You can tell I was made to be hit and not hit on. Haha. But despite the way I'm supposed to work... I might as well malfunction now.

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

Swingline

Robot

I was built with an iron will and a weak soul. I was made by the best, and built to take a hit. You can tell I was made to be hit and not hit on. Haha. But despite the way I'm supposed to work... I might as well malfunction now.

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White walls Empty beds Silent nights They scream loudly They scream in terror Lights flashing Empty hallways That echo into nothing Praying to my faith Praying not to die Hell has found its new home I don't want to die All the voices echoing in my head I'm not crazy White walls I don't want to be here

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC

Oneofthegreats

White Walls

White walls Empty beds Silent nights They scream loudly They scream in terror Lights flashing Empty hallways That echo into nothing Praying to my faith Praying not to die Hell has found its new home I don't want to die All the voices echoing in my head I'm not crazy White walls I don't want to be here

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Your mind is a powerful place and It can affect you in a powerful way Depending on what you feed. But it’s not always safe, see? Your mind can leave you behind. In a hurricane full of regrets and mistakes. Your mind can throw you in a maze out of nowhere. But what amazed me though is the fact that it can leave you Threats. See? Your mind is like a puppeteer Controlling your thoughts and fears. Sometimes you feel as if you’re floating off into Space, and everyday you’re hoping it goes away. Well actually… Your mind can feed you anxiety, leading you In a spiral of insanity of no hope. Having the ability to shatter reality and affecting you mentally. Then you sit there silently because it won’t Let go. Then you look at yourself in the reflections, aim at your direction, and shoot your perception With hate. In fact come to think of it, Let this sink in. Your mind is like an act on stage Because the things you might believe are not real. I know that sounds strange. Sure, you might feel as if you’re locked in a cage. Can’t even stop yourself from reading the same page Of the past, over and over again. Sometimes you don’t know when to begin to love yourself. But is that where we all struggle the most?

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Oct 20, 2024

Oct 20, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC

Pauly

Your mind

Your mind is a powerful place and It can affect you in a powerful way Depending on what you feed. But it’s not always safe, see? Your mind can leave you behind. In a hurricane full of regrets and mistakes. Your mind can throw you in a maze out of nowhere. But what amazed me though is the fact that it can leave you Threats. See? Your mind is like a puppeteer Controlling your thoughts and fears. Sometimes you feel as if you’re floating off into Space, and everyday you’re hoping it goes away. Well actually… Your mind can feed you anxiety, leading you In a spiral of insanity of no hope. Having the ability to shatter reality and affecting you mentally. Then you sit there silently because it won’t Let go. Then you look at yourself in the reflections, aim at your direction, and shoot your perception With hate. In fact come to think of it, Let this sink in. Your mind is like an act on stage Because the things you might believe are not real. I know that sounds strange. Sure, you might feel as if you’re locked in a cage. Can’t even stop yourself from reading the same page Of the past, over and over again. Sometimes you don’t know when to begin to love yourself. But is that where we all struggle the most?

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