Mental Health

Fetal Position
Curled up beneath my thin blanket Rubbing my lower lip with my thumb I pray God help me I don't know what to do Please God Help me I don't know what to do
By Gene Lass23 days ago in Poets
Our Little Big World
Cooking tea with the windows open on a summer evening, I hear the familiar clatter from next door— cupboard doors, pots and pans, another family meal taking shape in unseen hands, beside our own.
By Laura Jane24 days ago in Poets
What about her?
You speak of caring, but what about her? What about the girl who cuts her arm to feel some control? What about the girl who can never feel whole?
By Jennisea Standing Rock24 days ago in Poets
The Thunderstorm is Real
I remember those times I couldn’t find the door Everyone says there’s a way out But that door was invisible The times I felt stuck Those times I felt like everything was getting worse Crying every night until I fell asleep
By TheAlivePoetess24 days ago in Poets
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Sitting out here again alone with my thoughts and i think of how there are situations that come into our lives to mistreat us or hurt us
By Colleen Walters24 days ago in Poets
The Woman Behind The Smile
The Woman Behind The Smile You see the smile upon my face, But never know the tears I chased, You hear me laugh, you think I’m fine, But some old memories still are mine.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
The Love I Never Knew
The Love I Never Knew I searched for love in many places, In strangers’ eyes and passing faces, I held onto every little sign, And wished that someone’s heart met mine.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
The Woman sat in the empty chair
The Woman sat in the empty chair She sat there in the corner chair, laughing softly at the empty air. She argued with a teapot’s lid about the things the moon once hid.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 24 days ago in Poets
BONES DON'T LIE
BONES DON’T LIE A Pathway Worker’s Song Intro Yesterday I wrote something that came from a deep place, a place shaped by the world I grew up in, and the world I chose instead. This piece is about extremism, autonomy, migration, ancestry, and the human road. It’s about refusing to go backward, even when the culture around us tries to drag us there. The photos included are the quiet moments that inspired it, pauses, breaths, shifts.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 24 days ago in Poets
Nothing
I was young, jovial, and in-the-thick-of-it-thriving, Preparing for a big, bustling world, I was naieve Full of vigor, Excited,
By aBsenCE25 days ago in Poets
Collapse
Slit the skin with a slight slide of stainless steel There's no one On either side To see my cry So much of what I thought I saw
By CotardDelusionz25 days ago in Poets
A Perfect Mother
(*Sensitive Content Ahead*) The ink has spilt again A rush of my hands to hide the paper The paper she would read as scandalous lies
By Ashley Wrigley25 days ago in Poets