Mentalhealthpoetry Stories

There are 5 rooms in my head. I walked through all of them. Intake - where the noise started Rewind - where the memories don't leave Therapy - where I argued with myself The Memory Room - where I chose to stay The Last Room - where the light finally hit This is not a diagnosis. This is a collection of poems and prose about overthinking, healing, and the parts of you that feel haunted but beautiful. It's dark. It's honest. It's ink on cracked walls. It's the moment you stop running from your mind and decide to live in it. For anyone who's ever felt like their thoughts were too loud to be home.

A collection of poetry concerning Mental Health

ALONE is a raw reflection on pain, isolation, and the silent battles fought within the heart. It tells the story of someone searching for peace, strength, and God while feeling abandoned by the world.

Have you ever wondered what's really inside them? Not the version they show. Not the smiles or the silence. But the voice they only use in the dark - the one even they barely let themselves hear. These pieces aren't about personalities or categories. They're about what people hide just beneath the surface. We peeled back the charm. The armor. The act. What's left isn't polished - but it's real. You won't find names here. Only colors - because sometimes, that's all we have when we're trying to describe the weight of a soul.

TW: EDs. Do not read if this type of content is triggering to you! No harmful behaviors are encouraged; EDs are fatal illnesses. This is literary documentation of my thoughts about my ED.

A collection of poems about nature, hope and mental health.

It's just about mental health

This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has presence in their current life. A person whom is a " rising sun to another." But a dawning moon , aimlessly chasing the stars who can only be a " vivid dream." That cannot be in the realm of reality. The Moon who is gorgeous but constantly longs, for what is out of reach. And forgets its own beauty, throughout the process. Sincerely yours , I present to you ladies and gentleman 🩷 ( if you believe my effort is worthy of being noticed by the eye of the precious) please support my pieaces who which, I wrote with my whole entire heart and soul , in desperate effort for a difference, that my words are bound to make..

A glimpse into the mind of a broken soul, trapped between wanting help and wanting to disappear.

This is a collection of poems that I write! I will take suggestions on poems so comment down below if you want one about a topic you have picked :) The poems aren't in a specific order, or tell a story but there may be part 2 ext. to certain poems! I also might do poems based on another perspective to another poem! Please don't steal or copy any of these, and ENJOY!! <3

***poem*** A spoken-word spiral about loving too hard, pulling away too fast, and pacing the line between obsession, jealousy, and self-awareness and the struggles of BPD.

Since I am a literature major, there are various poetry snippets and rants from my time in my degree. I hope you all enjoy!

It's a book I wrote containing a few of my poems.

"This is my heart spilled onto the page-unfiltered, unpolished, and raw. Every line bleeds pain, grief, love, and anger. It's the weight I carry, the thoughts I don't say out loud, the moments I feel alone even in a crowd. A reflection of loss, struggle, and the fight to keep going when everything inside me wants to break. This isn't just a poem-it's my soul speaking, and I hope it reaches anyone who has ever felt heavy-hearted, unseen, or unheard."

Poem thing idk

This is a poetry and short story book filled with my thoughts, ideas, and life experiences.I will try to keep this updated.

Step into 'Ink and Insight,' where words flow freely, capturing the essence of everyday moments in lyrical form. This collection explores a variety of themes, offering poems for every mood and occasion.

In this song, I wrote about the feelings of worthlessness. I wrote this to express my reaction to experiencing that men have no inherent worth in society. The only way they achieve love or success is under the condition they provide something, that they have to extrinsically subsidize their lack of inherent worth. Otherwise, they will be invisible and left behind. This rigidity in the system can feel dehumanizing and isolating. This system is what causes trauma and pain on both sides. And we keep perpetuating it. The only way forward is to continue dismantling this archaic patriarchal system that has diseased humanity for so long. This will probably take longer than I will be alive. So I have to come to accept my value in this transitional period in society.

This is a poem about bipolar mania. This isn't how the poem was supposed to go, but this is how it turned out.