Mental Health
Remembering…
I haven’t forgotten About the crowd, or the bartenders girlfriend who hasn’t seen me in a while. I haven’t forgotten about the awkward exchange with the Uber driver once I entered his car.
BrettNotGregPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsBittersweet
Life is stock piled with hard pills to swallow. Bitter medicine, that is meant to make us stronger. Instead of better,
Josey PickeringPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsBe the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets- Content Warning
To My Grandma, What I Remember.
You were a mean spirited woman most of my life. Mean and rude, that was how you spoke all the time. You checked our stove three or four times before you would leave.
The Pain Remains
A father should be a girl's first love Her very first protector and guardian To show her what a true man is Mine showed me heartbreak and pain
Mercedes ChavezPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsOverload
The struggle of social media addiction. The habit loop of humans being programmed. Dopamine seeking, Hijacked neurotransmitters,
TheartistjoskoPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsLet's Heal
Let's not do that anymore Let's not stay up late at night Let's not drown in alcohol anymore Let's not drown in the voice of our thoughts
Harydo NeonPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets- Content Warning
Starving
I chug water so something is in me I have pleasure from the pain of a mostly empty stomach At first the pain was just that... pain
Rene PetersPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets Once depressed!
Several years ago, I was depressed, and I isolated myself. The feeling was one of self-judgment, as if I wasn't doing enough with my life. I felt as if I had no value or contribution to make to others. Friends avoided me since I didn't have anything to contribute. I was simply a human with empty pockets. I frequently felt worthless and deserving of no affection or respect, and I thought no one cared. Which was true; nobody cared.
Gloria PenelopePublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsEmbracing Solitude: A Poem on the Beauty of Being Alone
**Poem: Embracing Solitude** In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, I find a world, a sacred space. Alone, yet whole, my spirit's free,
ARJ GamingytPublished a day ago in PoetsMy Message To The World
Trigger Warning: This poem includes metaphorical language of self-harm. If you or a loved one have thoughts about suicide or self-harm, here are resources for you to reach out to get help.
Angel AdagioPublished a day ago in PoetsI Am Tired
Screaming, clawing, raging... These thoughts never leave my mind Always there, always constant Chaos and destruction Crawling in my own skin
Mercedes ChavezPublished a day ago in Poets