Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

The razor in my hand Easily is sinking in, Going deeper and deeper, Slicing through my skin. As my body begins to open, My blood begins to flow, It's running out of me, A puddle starts to grow. The pain, it is intense, It's...Read the rest...

I don't know if you know You are the reason I survive It was you who saved me You're the reason I'm alive I was in a dark place In a bad state of mind I was depressed and thought There was...Read the rest...

In the vastness of the Heavens/ Where shadows twist and sway/ God sits upon His throne/ Craving praise everyday/ A delusional narcissist/ In robes of iron clad might/ Condemns the soul's below/ To eternal, fiery night/ He whispers of love/ Yet rules with an...Read the rest...

Am I good enough for love and happiness? I love fiercely and honestly, with understanding and compassion. I have been broken too many times to count or remember. I always question and second guess everything, I can’t help...Read the rest...

A decade squandered in dread lost to shadows that never asked permission. Negativity seeped in, a silent trespasser carving itself into my marrow. X-rays reveal nothing, yet the ache hums beneath my ribs like a buried scream. I...Read the rest...

Tonight, I'm not doing well. My mind is in a bad place. It's forcing me to withdraw. I'm trying to find some space. This has already gotten bad And it keeps on getting worse. Why do I have this burden Of having...Read the rest...

In a World where mirrors lie/ And falsehoods find their stride/ The Narcissistic wanders by/ With grandeur in their eyes/ A veneer of charm and grace/ A smile that's falsely sweet/ Behind the mask, a hollow space/ Where empathy is in retreat/ Entitled...Read the rest...

Trigger Warning: This poem deals with themes of self-harm. Please read with care. -- my skin felt like a blank canvas every time they faded. i felt empty my urges unsatisfied. i had to give in; just one time, i told myself...Read the rest...

i feel like an empty jar, waiting, just for one thing. to be filled. i try to distract myself, to fill the empty space, however, it’s almost like there’s a leak in the jar. each effort to fill the jar, becomes a brief moment...Read the rest...

I’ll be gone this summer. It’s just a fact of life. One day when the moon settles into the heavens and the hazy heat loses its grip on the day, I’ll walk to the woods and never emerge. I’ll become one...Read the rest...

Before I take my meds. There’s an hour or so, Or so, or so. When everything is fuzzy. I would take a sip of water but the water tastes like the essence of sandpaper. Then it...Read the rest...

Anxiety is like obsidian piercing my heart a thousand times, As a king snake contracts against my tired heart muscles. It can be as simple as a cheetah flying off the ground, As it chases its...Read the rest...

I was beaten into silence as a young child from my father's brutalizing rage and psychological torture when he beat me. When I was 5, a man exposed himself, to me I ran fast terrified, no words were...Read the rest...

A marionette of the void Aware of the needle like strings, Stranding on the edge of light Yet covered by the veil of hollowness A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss...Read the rest...

I sit where they sat before me, knees folded like pressed flowers, hands stitched together by someone else's threads. The air is thick with the ghosts of breath, the weight of names I do not know, the hush of mouths...Read the rest...