Mental health Poems
i am dead
by Mackenzie Bilz
I feel so alone
It feels exhilarating
This loneliness
Just thinking about
Nothing
Drifting
Falling
Oh…
Drowning
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The One Who Saw Me
by David Hoover
I was always suffering in silence.
I laughed and smiled but inside I was in more pain than you could imagine.
Everyone simply passed by without seeing a thing.
One after another they all looked at me and continued on.
Not a single one could see my suffering.
I was invisible.
But not to you.
You saw I was hurting.
Because you were hurting too.
And that’s the only thing that made it bearable.
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Blank - Shot
by Divyosmi Goswami
Have you lost your way
Trodding across the fumes of frost?
Or it is fashion to arrive unannounced,
From across the foggy horizon.
But now that you have arrived,
Take refuge behind that lone palm tree.
And look on at the person,
Fluttering like a fish out of pond at the corner.
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Without a voice
by Kaylee Wilson
All the words
that never left my mouth
creep through my veins
filling the hollows of my mind
and my lungs with stone
encasing the very essence of me
in lead
weighing me down
as the murky depths
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81. Grounded
by Kea Campbell
There's a fire in my brain with steam shooting from both ears, and a flame in each eye boiling every droplet of tear.
I'm trying to keep my thoughts from getting too out of hand, because a long time ago I told myself that joking about suicide was banned.
Next year should breeze, and I'll see the now through trivial lenses.
But this temper is untamable, and I already feel Death's commencements.
'Too far gone' hasn't even left yet,
But sometimes I ask myself if I'd rather an open or closed casket.
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The New Chapter
by Liam Wright
His story had started
But he wanted to end it
His story had started
With all the feelings he blended
Right foot then left foot
He began to wobble
Right foot only
He began to hobble
He reached out for help
but he couldn't find it
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How I would paint confusion and how confusion would paint me
by Liam Wright
Fallen leaves
A lack of green
My brush strokes on the canvas
I paint the sands in all it's Tanness
Cactus thorns and rows of corn
Snow and rain
Confusing pain
Light with no sun and Laughter with no fun
I'm not understanding
Trees in the sand
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107. Withheld
by Kea Campbell
There's a horrifying creak that grows more brittle in unwelcome and unkind time.
It's ripping apart at each ablated site and teases my mind with the end of my time.
Muffled through my chest are groans, exhausted, weak, and flooding with pain.
No one does realize, and I won't tell a soul, that one ghost pump could mark my final day.
It's a blessing to wake up and think, because it means you still know you're alive.
So take advantage of all the ways to twist your brain and exercise your mind's inclines.
It's a blessing to see, taste, touch, and smell; so, experience the earth while you still can.
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The Ache Beneath the Thirst
by AP Writes
I was eleven
when I learned the burn of vodka
could quiet the voice in my head,
the one that kept asking
why am I still here?
I drank from a water bottle filled with Bicardi
in the back of 8th grade history,
and the teacher’s words became
white noise I floated in.
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Hall Pass
by AP Writes
We passed pens like rumors
in the bathroom,
smoke curling
into secrets we never wanted to keep.
It wasn’t rebellion,
more like trying to make the day
a little softer around the edges,
like padding a fall
we already knew was coming.
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