Mental Health

Hangnail
I’m tearing my own skin, just for a release from the pain. I made this bed and here I lay, again & again & again. I create my own agony,
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
what makes a monster?
you live in the darkness because it is your abode no one sees you had no choice in the matter - you say you choose to be alone
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
I Barely Survived a Cold
I've been wallowing in a pit of mucus-filled misery and despair, battling a cold that seemed to have been sent straight from the depths of hell. But lo and behold, the tides have turned, and I've emerged from the abyss, slightly less snotty and with a renewed hope for brighter days ahead! I barley survived!
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
NEVER LISTEN
But you never listen though That Is what you’re missing no? As a human you have ears…. But you not choose listen so Can’t be blaming other people
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Summer's Labyrinth
Cerulean whispers from the summer skies sing me a lullaby, I tuck myself in, Miss the sunrise in the morning,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚗.
Why must you complain about things that can't be changed? You mean, why do I cry over spilled milk? It's because my soul has the aftertaste of burnt wood.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Hatred’s Mirror
hatred has a mirror, and i'm standing in it stuck inside a pane of glass, a masking a reflection of what others see, poured into a cast
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Vessels
Alabaster skin conceals the darkness hid within Nestled snugly Neath her rosy cheeks and face of porcelain Icy is the stare that holds the fear from seeping in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Longing for Home
It's been a long time, Since I left my home. I wanna go back there; Before this lifetime ends. . The streets of the countryside,
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Poets
Strum
a bullet in the back of the head freshly Clinton'd the nothing the feel the nothing that’s real modern art becomes
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
THE ART AND SCIENCE OF RELATIONSHIPS
Relationships are the bedrock of human life, and how we do them significantly impacts not only how we feel mentally but emotionally and physically as well. Our relationships in all aspects of our lives, from family bonds to friendships, romantic partners, and professional interactions, can make or break us. We can learn a lot about how the quality of our relationships holds up when we understand the dynamics that create them.
By Mohammad Usman2 years ago in Poets
Shattered Illusions
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or was it? I couldn't tell the difference lately, my reality was becoming distorted.
By C_M_Estrada2 years ago in Poets