Mental health Poems
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by aaa bccyum
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Continue readingInsecurities
by Author Reinvented
What is wrong with me?
I'm insane
Coming home every day
I can't seem to let things go
Everything that bothers me
Never seems to leave
I'm depressed
Can't seem to forget
Swirling around in my head
Every regret
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home alone on the holidays
by Sarah A
Never hungry and never satisfied
I don’t know where to run
But I know where to hide
Past midnight wishing on the--
Is that a star or
a satellite? At
least the moon will always be bright.
Lonesome on a December night,
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Drowning On Air
by baby panda
and who will help
when they cant see
the murky water flooding your body?
and who will understand
when you speak only
to the people you’ve known for the day?
who feels the suffocation
who endures the weight
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Olden Tale
by Ivy Olivia Tjahjadi
The old jaggernaut's dream
Filled brain juice to the brim
Withstand this tale's grim
So no more you'd be trapped by the gleam
Once, spoke a hummingbird, blaring clickity and clackity throbs:
"You shall not prevail better than my voice."
The bird hums with an echo so loud, jollying bold brazen yaps,
Letting the whole forest hear her obnoxious melodies
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The New Chapter
by Liam Wright
His story had started
But he wanted to end it
His story had started
With all the feelings he blended
Right foot then left foot
He began to wobble
Right foot only
He began to hobble
He reached out for help
but he couldn't find it
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How I would paint confusion and how confusion would paint me
by Liam Wright
Fallen leaves
A lack of green
My brush strokes on the canvas
I paint the sands in all it's Tanness
Cactus thorns and rows of corn
Snow and rain
Confusing pain
Light with no sun and Laughter with no fun
I'm not understanding
Trees in the sand
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by aaa bcc8888
Continue readingThe Ache Beneath the Thirst
by AP Writes
I was eleven
when I learned the burn of vodka
could quiet the voice in my head,
the one that kept asking
why am I still here?
I drank from a water bottle filled with Bicardi
in the back of 8th grade history,
and the teacher’s words became
white noise I floated in.
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