Mental Health

Blocked Brainwaves
Blocked Brainwaves There is a noise inside me that will not come out, It circles, it crashes, it builds and breaks again,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Asylum
The Asylum The gates did not open, they swallowed me whole, Iron teeth closed softly, as if kindness could be forged in rust,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The cost
High spend. Low return. I don’t have the bandwidth. I can’t afford the drain. No translating myself. No emotional labor. No contorting to fit. “I won’t fake connection just to feel less alone for five minutes.” Because the crash afterward is worse. The loneliness cuts deeper. Resentment quietly accumulates. My body learned that lesson honestly. I trust it now.
By Alicia Melnick 5 months ago in Poets
envy, she waits
fingers slip between my ribs and settle on my heart a squeeze, gentle at first but the longer I look the tighter her fingers dig in
By Alys Revna5 months ago in Poets
Why the Thought of a New Route Made My Body Shut Down
Before an argent sink I doubled over, A friend's voice turned to whisper, I go in and tones move far, my face emotes like stone.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
Cold Waters
This face has changed. - One of life’s lost phases in the form of a fading scar. - An entirely new form to view, not as favourable as
By Reece Beckett5 months ago in Poets
Me No More
We laughed, Often at ourselves. Now, I rarely laugh. We chatted, Sometimes about ourselves. Now, I find myself mute. We touched,
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
The Mental Ward
The Mental Ward White walls, white light, white lies whispered in careful tones, Everything clean enough to hide the stains beneath,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Where Have You Gone?
Your heart still beats. Your Feet still step. But no longer toward me. I pass places you might be. Yet you could be around any corner.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets
CIVIL WAR
UK going down the drain Full of crap just like a stain Civil war Is round the corner…. Might as well call David Blaine Use his magic and his tricks
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
My Head’s Done In
My Head’s Done In My head’s done in, and I can feel it sinking, Like a weight tied tight and thrown too deep, No surface left to reach for, no light to follow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
One Day, My Love
Like the bumble bee and the rabbit, Mammy? Yes, my darling. Our pets, Chester and Quinny too, Mammy? Sadly, one day, yes, my darling.
By Laura Jane5 months ago in Poets