Mental Health Poems
A compilation of deeper poems to make you think
Death
Death has never looked so pretty
She tempts me with her sweet nothingness
Become a member
Death waits to greet me
She wants me to join her
Death knows that she’s what I want
She is aware of my struggles and tries to take advantage of them
Yet I won’t join her just yet
One Day
One day,
One day soon
The truth will get out
The truth of how much I despise myself
Of how I carve into my skin every night
One day,
One day soon
The truth will spread
The truth of how numb I feel constantly
Of my apathy
One day,
One day soon
I will grow wings and fly high away
Fly away and be an angel
An angel looking down on everyone
One day,
One day soon
I will be dead.
I'm Coming Home
One day
Hopefully soon
I'll be coming
Coming home
What is my home?
Death.
Soon I'll be coming Ms. Death
She calls to me
And I'm ready to come
I'm ready to join her
I'm ready to come home
About the Creator
Rose Roland
A young teen writer just writing for fun and hoping to improve her skills. I write poetry and short fiction.
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