Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!! (sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell,...

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So many ways to say one thing More than one way to turn pawn to king Too many turns to the grocery store Which turn shall I take? Countless words to choose from From sunrise to sunset Too many ends to be met With no end So many ways to say one thing How will I say this? The paralysis of perfection pours A whisper...

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No relaxation Must keep my distance from you I see flashbacks of your face You don't have me trapped Your comments I will ignore I'm safe from your delusions ...

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The reality be told, it was not long past, Flabbergast by an unfold from my mind’s vague vast, In reflections of the accounts of my youth, Echoes formed, all claiming to be truth. Must be fabricated, they’re so over the top, Consulted a friend, a retired old cop, He said no evidence on the inquires I’d send, Crazies, PTSD’s, false memories blend....

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The smooth ink stains bleed a crimson red with each stroke The pages' colors publish a perilous message against the black granite surface Black, red, white Its message is clear It's time to stop writing...

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I'll be fine tomorrow— a whispered promise to no one, to myself. It's a nuisance, a pain in the assiduous characters of my intellect, unrelenting, well-meaning, but delusional, nothing truly unusual. I'll feel fine in a week. Only the weak build paper-thin walls - desperate shields against a crumbling sky. They're cracking, but denial is refuge. For now. Maybe a month or two? Freedom is just a few short stretches...

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-Slow down- Even the sounds of rushing red waters pulsing... drown out the beats that blare in my head - Slow Down - My thoughts spin like a carousel of fervent beats, while I watch the harbors of still waters, a gentle surrender to time, drift away. Every stride toward solace meets the rush of a furious current that demands to be heard. BREATHE They say. But...

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I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So...

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The patient's prognosis, pretty bleak, a doctor's mindless laughing shriek, an impression or a ghost so vague, a gavel pounding in The Hague, is it memory's plague?  I can never see it or understand. Am I the patient?  My brain is scanned. It's sometimes near and far, you see. Everywhere it follows me, brings me to my knee.    A mad, psychotic, jangled melody, lyrics without a...

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you are sick, and I know that that’s why I will never be mad at you I can understand and feel your pain perfectly your brain’s your biggest enemy always fighting against you and I could never blame you for that because you didn’t ask for be what you are you didn’t asked for being...

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I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times. When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other. Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought. Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable. Fear is heavy to the man who...

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What do you do when your head feels like a million pounds, your chest is buried underground, where worms and slugs and filth abound, and rocks compound overhead, compounding a heaviness which even the heaviest cannot heave. Where mere moments make a millennia of torment - For sleepless nights make endless days and endless days make immortality - And mine is underground Far Far Underground Where hell itself...

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I watched every twig, every stick, carefully placed - I watched Every branch left its mark, playing its part like a symphony— melodies whispering notes of peace, while harmonies voice the dissonant echoes of war-- So subtle I watched Every limb dividing, thriving slowly depriving every ounce of oxygen from the air it never once tasted, but now hoards mouthfuls as its own. The period of starvation ends. It calls,...

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I'm too tired to care - too worn to wear that chic shirt which matches my shoes that you seem to care so much about I'm too drained to change at all Truthfully, I'm more than tired - an exhaustion born from a wired brain too tormented to sleep - Too terrified to be burned alive in this frigid fire pit again and again - but...

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I’ve been runnin' Out of breath, cold sweat, lungs burnin' But these legs, they move but they aint goin’ - no place, no distance can be found between the chased and the chaser cuz they’re one and the same The hunter the hunted, the stalker the stalked, the predator the prey, they’re all the same Maybe someday, I'll be free, but it’s hard to run from...

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