#mental

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  • piscesun 1d

    Only in delusion

    ©piscesun

    Beautiful, mysticall, unexplainable was what we had.
    Broken, trauma, stoned I know I've gone mad

    They say move on, life will carry on fine
    But will it really. Do they know what has happened with my mind?

    Those memories, those promises, them meals
    Your hair, your touch, them feels.

    Guess none of it mattered in the end.
    It just sucks that my heart misses his friend.

  • somewhat_damaged_bipolar_soul 3d

    Just Think About It

    Funny you are, who are you to judge me? You don’t know my life, my trials and tribulations. You are no one to me. You really never were. Fuck you and fuck your feelings. Fuck your put downs, and judgmental bullshit. Funny you are you have no idea who I am anymore. In fact you never did. He and I started talking. There was an attraction, so we made a reaction. We are consensual adults. Go smile or at least “act” as if you love him. Make him feel wanted and appreciated, if you can. The fact he strayed is not my fault, but yours. Just think about it.
    ©somewhat_damaged_bipolar_soul

  • devilfish 2w

    Slit Throat

    A skilled swordsman with 2 eyes to look
    And a third eye to see
    My tongue is a weapon that I only
    Yield in my home where I lay my head to sleep in sheets soaked in sardonic feasts dripping in gluttony, greed, grease, and the heads of my enemy
    Wearing necklaces of their teeth
    the beasts left in my bed at my feet where they fervently feed endlessly in tormenting agony as their hunger is cursed to never cease and their speech impediment dawn on the wordless pleads with salted fields of rotted crops and infertile seeds
    I sensed it easily the breath you tried to ensnare in your now bared teeth
    You don't scare me
    If my blood is threatened
    I Pierce through tension cut into flesh
    Into velvet mesh of a melting death
    Red rivers swept the current of conflict
    Where I stomp on your crown a crooked thorned now contorted crown
    Aborted from the wombs that put life into your body as it grew to arouse
    I'll grab the umbilical strings and hang you so your feet dangle 3 feet from the ground you won't ever touch until your heart stops to pound
    Cancer crab claws pull you into the opposition of my moon while I drag you to your doom and I watch bubbles dance as you drown to never be found an unsung tune
    I don't have the weak conviction of your splitting persecutory anxiety it elicited glitches of anger as it twitches seeping through the cracks of your limited vision
    Airways closing from the unrelenting constricted pipes not properly fitted
    Now riveting from the ripples that are ripping out stitches of your misplaced ego and tearing the friction from your fake caring
    You're cowardly clenching your pendant
    Don't offer me peace when you were a second ago so charged for this so daring
    I hereby declare war
    In an instant you won't be in one piece
    I won't leave until your existence is no more
    You enter my house and you don't close the door
    You try to get me off center
    A stupid splinter
    You won't leave until I satisfy rage at my Capricorn Core
    I'll destroy you until I hear your fear rip as your hypocrisy falls with your falsified fear
    As the world will hear the earth tremble as your head hits the floor no help to aid you here
    Let my Oriental Mars explode in a watery eruption my waves erode your mood contagion a cacophonous Crackle of cutting corruption
    That oozes in temperament
    An eminent artist and poet
    It's evident watch my essence glowing a ruby red floret growing
    Luminescent full as the Blood Moon
    My wrath a monsoon as it rises now flooding
    And suddenly the bud of eloquence blooms into a nightmare of your every fear
    You're decadent a fetus at it's detriment
    Declination a dilettante beast
    I consume you into the fertile soil where you decay away from the realm of all that is prevalent devoid of intelligence
    I seethe fumes and strike my desert of pity with a monsoon of fury
    ©devilfish

  • wifey_suicide 2w

    There’s Monsters

    My whole life has been filled with greed
    My own family has stolen from me
    What do you do when everybody fiends
    A better life is what I need
    Nobody can hear your scream
    Even there’s monsters in my dreams
    Weed can only get me so far
    So I just spam and laugh at memes
    I know what I need
    But it’s a little far to fetch and claim
    I’m so drained
    Only a little I have claimed
    I’m too much of an angel to go and stain
    But too much of a root of an evil, that I still go insane
    There’s so much of me that is left unexplained
    Half the men I’ve messed with, I don’t remember their name


    There’s monsters beneath my bed
    They tell me secrets all the time
    Paranoid, mostly when I’m high
    Can’t afford therapy
    Only solution is to die
    Just like every other celebrity
    All else fails
    I know the remedy
    The devil, he possibly has me
    Crossing off my name
    To myself and I
    As I lay in my room, cry and cry
    Like I even know why
    Suicidal yes, but not when I’m dressed up
    So...

    Constantly always stressed
    Shoot me in the head
    Explode my brains out
    Like Kennedy
    Take your shot. Aim. fire.

    ©wifey_suicide

  • venu_01 2w

    Have you ever felt so lonely that all you wanna do is to lock yourself up in a room and cry?
    Cry for apparently no reason!
    You have a loving family, caring partner, amazing friends, good grades, awards for sports, dance , art and music, different cuisines on your plate, cozy bed, dollars in your account and every luxury possible in life, but still you are not happy. Your heart is heavy and your brain just wants to leave its vault. All you want is to close your eyes, and let the tears roll down your cheek.
    All you want is someone to hold you tight and tell you that they are always here for you, but even if they do something deep inside you doesn't wanna believe them.
    Have you ever wished that you were in a boat, in middle of a rough sea where you could drown in your sorrows, where the sea could swallow you with his waves? Have you ever wished that you could put an end to your misery, the misery which resides in you and is not visible to the external world?
    Have you? Or is it just me?

  • ibtidatahsinibnat 3w

    #mental assault is worse than a physical one

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    SOUL DOES NOT EXIST

    A divorce why? Is it a physical assault.?No.Is he cheating on you?No.Is he an alcoholic or drug addict?No .Can't he fulfill your expenses?No he can .Than you can't divorce him the society won't let you. Even you can't even apply in the court without these causes. Don't you know the marriage is just between two bodies which can be seen. When the problem can't be even seen than will you get a divorce. And about your soul?Even science can't define what soul is?Or where is it actually?Then how will you get a divorce for a thing like that which you can't prove that it actually exists. A non existing part of your body can't be hurt. Then at what basis you'll get a divorce?
    ©ibtidatahsinibnat

  • ambika_s 3w

    Depression

    Esa nhi h ki pehle kbhi na hua tha....
    Pr lockdown m kuch jyada der hi chl gya
    Bchpn ki kuch yaden aine(mirror) si bn gyi thi...
    ©ambika_s

  • harshalohanii 3w

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  • pj_animation 4w

    /I AIN'T HAVE A TRIGGER FINGER BUT HAVE GOT A TRIGGERED HAND/
    "21 Savage


    With my hand i shoot my shot, with my hand bleeds the ink and with my hand the blood flows so I paint the city RED. A crisis of the mind from a tormented heart to the flows of a bleeding pen.

    "YODO"
    ©pj_animation

  • bipolarpoet 5w

    One day

    One day,
    When ashes are swayed by the swift wind beneath my feet,
    My spirit will be set free.
    All that will stand in my good faith were the words I've written in ink.
    The weeping sorrow will be swept under the foundation of healing.
    As grief always strikes the lonely hearts,
    You will be resilient with the life you have come here for.
    They cycle seems to be to destroy, decompose, and to rebuild once again.
    But all that matters in between is the presence of your breath.
    I know that the thoughts can trickle down your spine in such a destructive manner.
    To the all of us, calm will find it's way into the shaken hands and crevices of our brokenness.
    One day.
    ©bipolarpoet

  • shivanigandhi 5w

    Mental Health- Something We Need To Talk About 

    Introduction

    So this is all about mental health, that is more often ignored by the very people around. I know it’s quite disturbing for you to understand about Mental Health, but the worst part is it’s even more rebellious to the one going through it, and the easy yet difficult part of it is you can’t talk about it until you face it. Mental Health has become such a superstitious issue that people often ignore it even while knowing that there are people around them going through some serious mental conditions. Mental issues can be any of it like bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder and other psychoses, dementia, and developmental disorders including autism but most people suffer from anxiety, trauma, and depression. Around 13% of the world population sufferers with some sort of mental illness and it’s increasing day by day. It is no hidden that we can talk about sex, race, community, mandir, masjid, Desh ki economy but we fail to talk about our mental health and we fail to ask about mental health. In this world we can Instagram our travel stories, can tweet about nepotism,  trend whether Lata Mangeshkar Ji is overrated or not, but again not a single trend I found on Mental Health. Is it so unproblematic? Or are we so less bothered about the wellbeing of the people around us?


    ©shivanigandhi

  • beaubearic 6w

    Wicked

    1. Distant stays crookedly straight it's all the same when
    2. Wicked ways cuz wicked pays just enough to make the wicked stay
    3. the addicts are stayin slaves cuz that's  addictions way
    4. Im Addicted in the addic gettin manic when i cant have it lettin in frantic so i panic causn havick
    5.livin tragic due to manic tendencies causin static instantly between me and the plastic fake fanatics
    6. And I'm back at it night and day At night they come out to play but the good should run away
    7. Cuz I must say
    8. danger goes higher
    9. And it never gets tired
    10. it wont ever retire
    11.  the only light out tonight in sight
    12. is gonna be fire
    13.  from bic lighters
    14. In the hands of abusers and liars
    15. Beasts and freaks, thieves and tweeks, monsters prey on the weak
    16. As they sleep counting sheep they should be safe
    17. But locked doors dont keep the evil away
    18. Even when it's late with all that lurks around this place.
            Good ones become lost without a trace
    1. Making so many lose faith
    2. In the human race
    3. Myself included cuz I've stood black hooded at night
    4.  with the outcasted in sight
    5. Watched nd learned I watched them burn
    6. I Witnessed them turn on one another with no concern
    7. The innocents get ditches the snitches gain riches
    8. The thugs just run while the real ones end up in prison
    No it's not the only way it goes it's just more often than most know
    1. Sell outs get  sold out like the damned sell their soul

    I've lived with wicked surrounding  myself  in my own hell as I battled addiction
    Within and gettin internally twisted
    Watching people cooking dope in their kitchen
    We never heard about this struggle in schools lessons I must of missed that section
    Never did we think this was the future we wished for  cuz that went missin for shore and we were wishin for riches and picket fences and all we got were dreams that eventually managed to vanished
    And feelings of being useless, helpless, and damaged
    I cant stand it
    We never planned for it yet they're lookin at me like ya we told you so
    Hell no not one single person helped me be ready for this shit and so fast it got too heavy
    What happened to the classics and being professional
    1. If these nightcrawlers were catholic the priest would never leave the confessional
    2. Its becoming pathetic on how they've become so predictable
    3. Let me vent in my lyrics on this instrumental
    4. Or I might go psycho lose control and bo might go have a psychotic break on my mental
    5. I dont know but why question the inevitable
    6. A verbal fight with beau is damaging like a fist fight with kimbo
    7. Its keepin me from becoming a tragic story like so many others known as abnormal
    8. I gotta get this out before my brain has a blow out
    9. I'm feelin crazy baby why cant I keep my feet to the ground in front of me
    10. I think it's just me maybe but it feels like it surrounds my brain like rabies
    11. The beat vibrates the ground I'm feeling more calm now but I'm being looked at like I'm lazy
    12. I just hope this isnt calm before the storm as I fly in like a kamikaze
    13. Why is my mental so torn bring me back to my human form but lately I cant stand me I might even hate me

    Words with purpose/ can be of service/ when some wanna hurt us/ its torturous on how they tortured us behind closed doors with curtains down the blinds up  to hide the bruises and cuts/ and scrapes/ some beat some burn some rape/ and I know all three so I'm known to hate/ they took from me a chunk of humanity/ and gave back some insanity/ but I wont let it be the end of me/I know my enemy/ because I know those who take /are bound to their fate/ where mine is the path I make




    1. What do I got to do to get it
    2. through to you that I'm through with who I used to be and who used to use me so its kudos if you know you got away with it before but no more as I move on wit my life I slam that door
    3. And nail it shut with boards across it so it never opens back up
    4. I just wanna make this day right
    5. wanna get this stage time
    Wanna make this stage mine
    1.  wanna take a stage dive
    2. I just wanna make this beat fly
    And get paid on time for writing lines to say some rhymes
    1. I hope you know I'm Writing lines for the working minds
    I wake up
    to an instrumental just to beat it up/let's shake things up cuz I'm lyrically in combat/got ahold of your brain by its testacles so now im fuckin shit up with a verbal massacre/ im a word murderer alphabet cereal killer deadly as you can be from A to Z hit you lyrically but its gonna be felt physically a wide spread attack like I had twin uzis I handle my shit like a Porsche or a Ferrari fuck around and get burnt my words bringing heat like a torch you must be feelin chilly?
    Why else challenge an O.G.
    ©beaubearic

  • bipolarpoet 6w

    Rise, as you do.

    Have you ever felt a hand turn ice cold when our bodies should be radiating warmth?

    When you've weeped alone have you felt the sensation in your heart that someone has tossed it into the middle of the deepest sea?

    When you're hanging onto the pants leg of the last bit of love you can find, were stretching yourself so thin someone broke you into?

    Have you looked into the eyes of a leader and see the shimmering light in their eyes fade their perspective of you?


    Has someone washed away your fountain of youth in the name of something other than glorious, pure and innocent?


    What you do not see though, is something much more special than all of these things. The light inside of you, your energy, your courageous moments you've moved in darkness when you know you should've had someone there, the way you've swam into the depths to collect your heart from what has faded into the sand below. You will rise, as you do.


    ©Caitlin Davies

  • undefined_visionary69 6w

    Life. Karma. You.


    That’s a threesome that does not provide a climax


    ©undefined_visionary69

  • richa_bharti 8w

    Have you ever felt happy and Sad at the same time
    Have you ever cried with no reason
    Felt like you are paralysed
    Being alone become so comforting and discomforting for you at the same time
    You are happy at the moment and the very next moment you become sad...
    Speak out to your Parents
    Speak out to your loved ones what you feel
    Crying alone is not the solution
    Feeling sad for no reason kills you from inside
    Share your feelings
    Ask for help ...

  • motivation_100 9w

    Mental immunity

    loving yourself is that immunity which never ever let's you feel hurt or negetive about anything or anyone whom you are emotionally attached with
    it will fight with all the negativity
    © Anmol

  • medusas_child 11w

    Barefoot in the Rain

    Can you see the stigma in my face.
    The warts and blisters on my feet.
    Do you know how I got in this place?
    I've lived and done it all and I'm only thirteen.
    I am a news headline,
    I am one third in a growing epidemic.
    Now you know why the walls cry.
    Branded with imprints of my battered fists.
    Now you know why my loved ones hide.
    I am a child in crisis,
    I reject the help that's given to me.
    I hurt myself because you see something ugly.
    If I don't tell, you won't have to listen.
    Verbal threats, I just can't stop it.
    Medication is only a temporary fix.
    I'll run away cause a scene and get into some criminal mischief.
    I am a challenge by default.
    Just because my name is in the system.
    Doesn't mean it's my fault.
    I walk as if I'm lost.
    I'm stuck, my life on pause.
    Society judging my damaged outlook.
    I am not just misunderstood,
    I go where the rain takes me.
    I laugh because deep down it's all a fantasy.
    Barefoot I am,
    HELP!
    I lost my shoes in a world called reality.

  • veerakanellore_bhavana 11w

    Only when one is physically and mentally strong. Only when one follows good habits in life like drinking water regularly, doing exercises for physical strength and meditation for mental strength, having proper food in time, being good with people and many more. And all these factors helps you to be happy every single day.

    Everyone will have their own curriculum. For me, before lockdown having proper food, drinking water and going for walk was some kind of exercise. All these helped me and even now it's helping me to be physically strong. But what about being mentally strong? Might be we managed somehow before lockdown but during this pandemic mostly everyone were left mentally disturbed for a while. And the only solution I knew for mental strength was doing meditation and I added it to my curriculum. Daily morning a few minutes walk in our garden. And during work if any stress then for few minutes meditation. If no stress during a day then at time of sunset a few minutes of meditation, so that I never miss the flow. And this made me mentally strong. And all these helped me to be healthy.

    Healthy life is the greatest blessing. Never take it for grant. Only good health can make you do any work and let's you earn money, and brings you happiness.

    ©veerakanellore_bhavana

    #health #wealth #blessing #physical #mental #strong #water #exercise #meditation #pandemic #disturbance #love #life #thoughts #diary

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    "Health is wealth". But when is it possible?

    ©veerakanellore_bhavana

  • skiraxxx 11w

    Wasn't she happy..?

    She wished she could just let go
    Death wasn't scary anymore
    Maybe it was bad
    But the symbol meant peace
    And a calm silence to all the noise around her


    It's left to her
    But she doesn't know what to do
    She barely opens her mouth
    And she hates speaking to you
    It's been to confusing
    The stress of it all
    So she built up this wall
    About 10 feet tall
    To ignore the hate
    That made her feel small

    Everyone was smiling
    But why was she crying?
    Everyone was fine
    But why was she fading inside?
    How is it fair?
    How is it really right?
    For one that suffered
    Left lacking so long

    She covered her eyes at night
    Not wanting to wake up
    "Another day" was all it was called
    Another hour of desperation
    And another without the right feelings
    And emotions.

    No one understood why it went down
    The day she passed away
    But they cried out of lost
    Her tears of lost on
    Every pillow she's laid
    Why is it so twisted?
    You want her back
    But never made it comfortable for her stay

    But when she passed she had the softest bed
    No tears
    And a look of empty bliss

    Thus....wasn't she happy?
    ©skiraxxx

  • sandy_nk 12w

    Pay attention to your friends and families sudden change in behavior. #mental.health.awareness

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    Then Suddenly, the whole world cared
    But it was too late
    ©sandy_nk