Mental illness Poems
home alone on the holidays
by Sarah A
Never hungry and never satisfied
I don’t know where to run
But I know where to hide
Past midnight wishing on the--
Is that a star or
a satellite? At
least the moon will always be bright.
Lonesome on a December night,
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The Room
by Sarah A
Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
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Finale
by Camron Thompson
The mind exits the head, the heart is being drained
Pulses bring me nearer to such a sweet release
Tears roll, cover, and dry upon that’s face
Looking in the glass that makes you myself
Choking on the lack of words I could never say
Every day brings me closer to my grande finale
No fireworks, no bangs, no tears to cry or fall
Regret fills the soul for any sign of life
Where is the angel that watches over thy’s breath
God will cry when he sees another life wasted
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Autopilot
by Falling Awake
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
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PTSD v.2
by Falling Awake
Four years elapsed,
Since the world collapsed,
And I still can’t delete it,
Delete it from my head.
The concrete impaction,
One solitary action,
From able to chained,
Chained to his deathbed.
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Autopilot
by Falling Awake
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
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Oranges
by Megan Claridge
His teacher thinks he should write poems
but he missed the last bus and
don’t know what to say
And he spoke to her for the first time in a year
but she didn’t ask him any questions
so he peeled his orange skin
And the pictures kept falling down
so he kept putting them back up
but they ripped a little more each time
And he started going to sleep without them
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Anhedonia
by David Hoover
Lifeless, tasteless, emotionless.
A world without color.
No will to survive.
A shell of the man I once was.
Going through the motions everyday.
A machine without a purpose.
No will, no drive, just endless mechanical movement.
That which I used to strive for seems pointless.
Entertaining hobbies have become nothing more than dull habits.
Nothing to look forward to.
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Perceived Hatred
by David Hoover
The days are long and hard.
They drain every drop of energy in me.
During that ride home I feel so empty, lifeless.
People, Voices, Faces in the crowds.
It’s all too much. Too much stimulation.
Too many worries.
Too much anxiety.
They’re all looking at me.
They’re all talking about me.
They’re all judging me.
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Alone
by David Hoover
“You’re not alone” they say.
They’re all here for me they say.
My teachers, my friends, my family.
They’re here for me.
They’re all supporting me.
But if that’s true then why do I still feel so alone.
Why do I still have to cry alone.
But they’re here for me right ?
So why don’t they see that I’m suffering.
Why can’t they hear my cries at night.
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