Mental Health

Poems for the Heavy Days
When the weight is too much, we write to remember we are still here. There are days that feel like fog pressed into skin. Not stormy. Not bright. Just… gray. Heavy in a way that’s hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t lived inside a moment that doesn't want to pass.
By Muhammad Umar7 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Shackled To My Anxiety
Shackled to My Anxiety It Is Like My Worst Nightmare Come True: Saying goodbye to a beloved loved one Planes falling from the sky.
By Mariann Carroll7 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Trust
I trusted you with every part My whispered fears, my hopeful heart The laughter shared, the hidden pain The dreams I dared not name
By Abi Rose Travis7 months ago in Poets
Rekindled
I've been smoldering since the flint was struck. In the bellows, caged only by my ribs, enough hot, dry, salted air to stroke the tinder with every breath.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Guardrails
I am my own worst enemy. The nemesis in the mirror. You dont have to torture me because I already do. I have practiced this reckoning
By Natasha Collazo7 months ago in Poets
THEY VANISH, WE SPEAK. Content Warning.
“For Ernesto Ayala Jr., who dared to stand in light while the system cloaked itself in shadows.” Ernesto Ayala Jr., you will not vanish from memory.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Insomniac
So tired This body is barely surviving Attached to strings These thoughts are never ending So electrifying Through the strings
By CotardDelusionz7 months ago in Poets
Destruction. Content Warning.
Bleak but violently bleeding Silently screaming My limit receding Anxiety exceeding Delirium increasing OCD slowly feasting
By CotardDelusionz7 months ago in Poets
A Choice. Content Warning.
He sat inside his darkness Sheilded by the light The soft glow that consumed him Deep into the night His bones a broken place
By The Darkest Sunrise7 months ago in Poets
War Room
In a war room to to pray and ask questions in hopes of answers. _____________ Wondering and wandering allowing one to pray and ask and
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
Heartbroken Beyond Rage. Content Warning.
You left my heart on the floor, shattered as if a tornado had ripped it open. Yes, I know I was already a mess, no, mental, even crazy;
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets