#mentalillness

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  • amthoughts97 4d

    The word in the last line is not misspelled... #familyissues #poetry #pain #mentalillness

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    You.
    Have all it takes to rip my heart right out of its cage.
    You.
    Are the one embrace I never cease to crave.
    You.
    Are the reason for the scars on my skin.
    You.
    Are the ugly I see in the mirror.
    You.
    Are the cement filling my lungs.
    You.
    Are the love I’ll never want to hate.
    You.
    Are the pain I feel inside.
    You.
    Are the woman I’m suppose to cry to not because of.
    You.
    Are the reason for my being.
    You.
    Are the reason I stopped believing.
    You.
    Are the momster holding me back.

  • the_unchained_poet 5d

    ugly

    My mind plays tricks on me,like right now I see two birds eating cows,I see a man with long horns,and a black rose with thorns,I move on seeing these sights,and for some odd reason I don't feel frightened, I walk amongst the ugliest things,like a little girl with tattered wings,I see beauty in the "ugly".and shunned to let them know that they are someone, they may be figments of my imagination but who's to say that those aren't fascinations,
    ~the_unchained_poet

  • skyblossoms1 1w

    Addictive personality

    I can't do this i need some way to cope
    so i slice my skin and hope, cope, hope
    parents walk in and witness my shame
    66 on one leg under 5 minutes seems lame
    rush to the hospital i really need help
    "destructive behavior will never help"
    clean bill of health they say I'm whole again
    release me to the wild to commit no more sins

    i can't do this there is no hope
    better leave a note so my family can cope
    come up with a plan, imagine the scene
    i hope my family won't think less of me
    crack under pressure, i cry and he knows
    "Bipolar disorder deals out extreme lows"
    try all the pills not a single one helps
    cut myself so deep i yelp
    rush to the hospital she really needs therapy
    but in that room i feel all they do is stare at me

    if i lose weight I'll be happy again
    "negative body image, a secret between friends"
    once again they say I'm good to go home
    not even my room feels as if its my own
    take lots of pills 2 times a day
    i don't want to live like this day to day

    coping won't work I'm so very scared
    if he never comes back again God i am scared
    "Bipolar patients often experience extreme paranoia"
    depression is back but i expected it sorta
    panic attacks are the new daily thing
    often i feel crippling social anxiety
    keep to myself let life pass me by
    but i know I'll regret it when its time to say bye
    the panic can't stay i need it to stop
    i begin to examine the drugs in the shop
    "maybe tomorrow but just not today"
    walk away feeling proud, im clean for the day

  • oh_lah0 1w

    Packed

    I packed up my loneliness, sickness and misery back in pandora’s box.

    They had tirelessly bitten, clawed their way to freedom.

    I was left with the triumphant marks to showcase my strength over them.

    Packed them on their own shelf, deep in my mind.

    As of today, I won. I am alone in my own mind.

    The everyday battle is finally over, for now.

    Tomorrow will be another story.

    The silent is such an exhilarating, and powerful feeling.

    I get out of bed with a tired yet happy smile on my face.

    For all the struggling souls out there, they know, today will be a good day.

    I wish you strength and endurance to fight your inner struggles,

    To never give up. To always keep trying.

    ©oh_lah0

  • nyx2125 1w

    To the depressed one

    Every once in a while
    The depressed part of me feels overwhelmed
    And breaks to tears
    Every once
    When I achieve and overcome
    Depression
    When I look back to my journey
    And see how far I've come
    After years of fighting and struggling
    My only weapons
    Positive thoughts and self love
    You are not alone and believe you will be getting better every day

  • the_unchained_poet 1w

    Let go

    Let my body fall into an abyss,of pain,love,and bliss,of dark thoughts and naughty words,full of laughter and black birds, bittersweet like an addiction, wrong but such a hard restriction,I've fallen and can't stop,let my hand go as I drop.
    ~the_unchained_poet

  • oh_lah0 1w

    Unfolding

    Turmoil, avalanche of thoughts, bombarding my skull,

    Knocking on the walls with insisting pressure.

    “Ugly, silly, stupid, dependable, unlovable.”

    Bullets, dipped in your own made poison, shot at point-blank range.

    Sitting in the dark room, for the 10th day in a row,

    Wedged in the corner to grasp the demons.

    It’s me, myself and the demons, yet again.

    The unfolding of my life.

    ©oh_lah0

  • amthoughts97 2w

    Before..

    For the longest time I had a simple understanding of the differences between good and bad. That the bad choices were easy to avoid and the good choices came pleasantly. A time where I did things freely and happily with a true smile on my face.
    Before the devil reared his ugly face and brought the truth of the world and ripped away my innocent childhood mentality. Before the anxiety set in completely and asking a question became terrifying. Before asking the waiter if I could have fries instead of potatoes made my heart pound in my chest and my mind think of all the things that could possibly go wrong.
    Before the feeling of never being good enough refused to leave me. Before bullying was just a thing that happened to me but didn't make me want to rip knives through my skin. Before people thought bad of the quiet girl that sits on her phone thinking about all the things that could go wrong if she opened her mouth.
    Before feeling stressed was a normal feeling and trying to figure things out all at once was impossible and taking care of one task at a time was easiest thing. Before I was too fat to love my body and try desperately to take the weight off by any means necessary. Before darkness took over and I had no right to feel the way I feel. Before my mental illness kept me from leaving the confines of my bedroom. Before my mother decided that I wasn’t good enough and it was all my fault.
    Before my mind played tricks on me and anxiety insisted on lying to me. Before my lover broke my heart and everything else fell apart. Before my grandmother died and left me with a massive whole in my heart. Before my best friend disowned me and left me all alone.
    Before people started to whisper and talk shit about the girl with the attitude. Before the sweet, shy girl was slowly made cold by the cruel and messed up world.
    ©amthoughts97

  • royalcoldblooded 2w

    She rereads his poems
    its like her drug
    overdoses
    hes up in the sky now
    he died out
    like the supernovas
    his memory imposes
    Her reality is severed
    neurosis
    her diagnosis
    psychosis
    ©Davinna

  • amthoughts97 2w

    Letters To My Mental Illness

    Dear insecurities,
    Who are you to tell me I'm not pretty?
    That the boys don't love me.
    That my life is not worth living.
    That my curves are too round to be seen
    And my smile is too crooked to be pretty.
    Dear anxiety,
    Who are you to tell me that I won't amount to anything?
    That no matter how hard I try I'll never succeed.
    That my efforts are wasted because I'll always end up failing.
    That my scars dont show how far I've come
    But instead show how far I still have to go.
    Dear depression,
    Who are you tell me that I don't deserve to be happy?
    That its better if I lay in bed all day because no one wants to see me.
    That my life is a constant cycle of death and unhappiness.
    That I don't deserve to be happy... or loved
    But honestly who could ever love me?
    If I could write a letter to my mental illness I would ask them all these things
    And if my mental illness responded to me I would tear it into little pieces
    Because my mental illnesses may be a part of me but their words will no longer control me
    And that is the last time my mental illness will ever hear from me.

    -AM Thoughts

  • shaliniroy 3w

    Parachute

    The cages that trapped me in my own mind,
    pushed my little self to this edge.
    Here i stand...
    Gathering the courage to jump to my death.
    It's in this moment that i have found my will to live.
    Let freedom be my parachute


    ©shaliniroy

  • some_call_me_mayhem 3w

    howling nonsense

    two minutes long
    a voicemail in mumbles
    its background winds gusting in song
    flash flooding warning
    with raw water and emotion
    both converging together
    a rapture of nature
    and limits of sanity
    it is 3 O'clock in the morning
    another calamity

    ©some_call_me_mayhem

  • some_call_me_mayhem 3w

    Environmental Polution

    The only environment that exists is the space between my ears. It is polluted!

    ©some_call_me_mayhem

  • theunspokenthoughts 3w

    PART 5 - THE INVISIBLE #MentalIllness #Resilience

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    The Invisible

    Honey,
    Please choose to stand.
    Hold your chin up.
    You own your trophy.
    A trophy in which only you can own it.
    You won.

    ©theunspokenthoughts

  • theunspokenthoughts 3w

    PART 4 - THE INVISIBLE #MentalIllness #Resilience

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    The Invisible

    It is clingy.
    It is all the curse words put into one.
    It remembers you in every moment from the dawn to dusk.
    It is the wind that takes away the leaves without the tree's permission.
    It taught you an uncommunicable language.
    It is invisible but your heart beats fast in its presence.

    ©theunspokenthoughts

  • theunspokenthoughts 3w

    PART 3 - THE INVISIBLE #MentalIllness #Resilience

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    The Invisible

    It does nothing but
    Hits you
    Burns you
    Slaps you
    Whips you
    Torn you

    ©theunspokenthoughts

  • theunspokenthoughts 3w

    PART 2 - THE INVISIBLE #MentalIllness #Resilience

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    The Invisible

    It doesn't listen to you even if you
    Scream, "STOP"
    Beg, "ENOUGH"
    Cry, "NO"
    That the only choice is to hold your chin up.

    ©theunspokenthoughts

  • theunspokenthoughts 3w

    PART 1- THE INVISIBLE #MentalIllness #Resilience

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    The Invisible

    Intense.
    It is to carry a weight on your head more than your body's capability.
    It follows you along with your shadow,
    but its presence does not depend on light.
    It guides you to the darkness.

    ©theunspokenthoughts