Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

The meds should be working by now… They are but, I still drink coffee all night to drive away the nightmares. The meds are working, I trust them. I told the doctor, and he is evil. Burning, and tingling, and...Read the rest...

He thinks he killed me. So he rolled me up in a rug. I thought I died too but then I wiggled my toes. Rugs are bristly and hot, so I felt that too. When I try to unfurl,...Read the rest...

I couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes. I tried to read their lips, but they morphed. It was strange. We all get tired but… Not everyone has lapses in time. They don’t stare in the mirror for hours, waiting. I...Read the rest...

Am I a freak? I pick my skin until I bleed It brings me peace and comfort Google says it’s my mental health or OCD It goes away for weeks, but when it comes back I...Read the rest...

I feel it, can't hold my cigarette because my hand is shaking My nerves are acting up but my feet are still and planting Yeah I'm tense, I might faint but I'm not going to be failing Yes,...Read the rest...

All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce ...Read the rest...

Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white against the worn leather. Pre-recorded sounds of a desolate highway hum faintly in...Read the rest...

I find myself becoming more and more distracted. Taking a sheet of paper and tearing off the corner. Then tearing off the torn part again. I remember that time… It’s like when… I find myself becoming more and more distracted. Like...Read the rest...

* death is a process of many stages, and dementia can be one of the ugliest … Dad taught me many lessons in life, and he fought to the last to retain what sensibilities he...Read the rest...

I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl. My teacher said this is not what we do. Mom tells me this is bad. They’re wrong....Read the rest...

it was cold, yet hot, a fever. i am surprised, as though I didn't fill myself with poison just the night before. my arm is taped down, attached to an iv, four pouches of medication seep into my veins it burns, yet any...Read the rest...

The ghosts never attack. They never leave either. They just steal all my favorite snacks. They leave crumbs, and I sweep all day. When I close the panty, I worry. When I open the pantry, I’m mesmerized. My mom wonders about...Read the rest...

Shaking like soda It plunges my heart with claws Assaults with its fist...Read the rest...

It was raining. I thought I’d wait it out. I tuned the engine on to help. Still in place, but the engine rumbles. Flipping through the stations. Music, static, music. Cloying sounds, I’m used to it. It’s only a drizzle now. I turn...Read the rest...

I want to rip my face off. I pinch and poke in hopes of leaving a clean flattened surface. I long for my skin to smooth out. I assure myself I am aware of what...Read the rest...