Mentalhealthpoetry Stories

NOT A NOVEL POEMS

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.

yes I have wrote every single one of these I have been dying to publish these somewhere and I honestly forgot Wattpad existed until last week. I'm 13 years old and have been writing poetry since I was 11. all of this is about my life and things that have happened in my life, lots of trigger warnings I will put this in the beginning

Poem thing idk

A collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.

A poem i wrote about my mental health illness (I have ocd). I was feeling lost, alone, hopeless and helpless. Thank you for reading ☺

some poetry i have written about my past experiences :)

Thoughts Beneath the Sky is a soft and soul-stirring collection of poems inspired by nature, emotion, and quiet healing. From mossy stones to foggy skies, these verses explore anxiety, stillness, and self-discovery-reminding us that even in cloudy minds, there's beauty, breath, and the beginnings of light. A tender reflection of thoughts that bloom where the sky meets the soul.

This is a collection of original poems I have written. These have been sitting in my notes for a while and I want to put them out for people to see

I wanted to be able to share some of my struggles through poetry without being bugged by my friends about it :] TW: ED, SH, family struggles.. etc

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.

Enjoy <33 also can be found in my collection of mental health poems (It Shouldn't Hurt) if u also wanna check that out!!:) friendly reminder you're loved<33

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

***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.

This is mainly me getting back active. After being isolated away from my account since I got my belongings taken. Alone in Society, is how I felt for the past month and it felt like the perfect collection to drop this month. Since I have been battling a lot of criticism for my body, health, etc. and I am only 14 so bare with me if the grammar is off. It's been harder for me to think straight and be genuine since I started freshman year in highschool, so i haven't been as consistent. But each comment, vote, and view allows me to feel needed like someone out there wants to hear my voice. Alone in Society is about my life, and how I feel. From all the slurs people say to me to the constant nagging of people being controlling of how I see the things I like and love. It's about statements of how JTUSL could've been my last resort. But finding that self love is harder to understand and this month I tried to figure out why.

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

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

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..

The poem "Crayola Pencils" explores the themes of obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) through the narrator's feelings of distress over disorder in their dollhouse. It reflects on the discomfort caused by misplaced objects and the longing for order, as seen in the meticulous organization of crayons and other items. The narrator grapples with feelings of isolation and anxiety over the mess, longing for control and comfort in their environment while expressing a request for others to respect their carefully curated space. The poem poignantly captures the struggle between the desire for a tidy, orderly world and the chaos that can disrupt it.