Mental Health

7 minutes. Top Story - March 2026. Content Warning.
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain6 months ago in Poets
Youth in Asia. Content Warning.
I don't want to be alive anymore I don’t want to see what else is in store Be it twenty-five or five At not point did I want to be alive
By 96-Zest Doe6 months ago in Poets
Give It To You Straight
I am a whore for metaphor. In poetry, that’s great. To dip bitter words in sweetness, And put it on your plate. Scarfed down like chocolate dessert,
By Mama Magdalene6 months ago in Poets
An Ode to Sleep Paralysis and Her Wicked Ways. Honorable Mention in What Comes Back Challenge.
She is a crisis, she sits in my room. Whittling the time away at 2am as I'm thrust down by unknown forces, - wringing my being between here and there -
By Annie Kapur6 months ago in Poets
karma
today i choose peace revenge was poisoning me karma will get him
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
A Facsimile of Me
Plodding along, I don’t feel like myself. Actually. I don’t feel connected to the me I should be. I’m doing the same routine I’ve been programmed for, but the essence of me — the self of myself — isn’t there.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
awake at two
you attack no, you smile first then attack knife— yeah knife in my back i pull it out i always do wipe it clean make it pretty,
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back Unceasing inklings of decline
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
If Pain Could Speak
If pain could speak, what would it say? Would it whisper softly… or scream in gray? Would it tell you where it quietly hides,
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
Show Me Your Fist And I Will Kill You
Show Me Your Fist And I Will Kill You Show me your fist, I know that sign, A threat you think will make me blind, But I have stood in darker places,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
❤️Confronting a Bully: “Not Today Dad”❤️Hugs and Hugs and Hugs❤️❤️❤️Hugs and Hugs and Hugs❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Hugs and Hugs and Hugs
❤️❤️❤️Enter the Golden Temple❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️Prayer Poem of Power #2 crying, . . . fearing for my life, . . hearing my dad threatening to kill us, . . .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
The Beast
Writers note: This is my attempt at writing lyrics for a song 🎵 Kill the beast… the beast. Emotionally deceased. Mind trapped, still fighting your disease.
By Jesse Lee6 months ago in Poets