Mental Health

I'm Fine
I’m fine. My head is clouded. A thick fog is blinding my line of sight while life is passing me by. Living on autopilot,
By Andre The First3 months ago in Poets
Don't Turn Around...
I hear a voice It's from inside my head The soft whisper Don't Turn Around I can feel my lungs freeze I choke as if I am out of breath
By J.W. Baird3 months ago in Poets
:DIFFERENT:
Just a room where I’ve turned the volume down so I can hear myself think. At a distance, a locked door: arms crossed, eyes somewhere else, mouth shut. I threw the key.
By R0ME03 months ago in Poets
Teachers Under Pressure
Teachers Under Pressure The bell still rings though spirits fade, Another lesson carefully laid, Smiles are worn through weary eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
No, Don’t turn around now
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem,  that crack beneath the stars and stripes,  the hiss of something hungry  slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
This is for your own good. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
This is for your own good A parent would say as they punish or take. A phone, a friendship, a choice. Take. Take. Take. Amazing how concern always seems to travel one way.
By Chel Writes3 months ago in Poets
Misunderstood
Causing another pain Is the opposite of what I do. I DO NOT speak ill of others. If you knew me, You would know that. I was misunderstood.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
Cloud
Spirit, blue, inside chaos, besides you, yourself, in a corner of the room, of the world, about to hurl your last stone
By Gambit3 months ago in Poets
All Eyes On Me. Top Story - June 2026.
All eyes on me Or so it feels Lurking in the shadows, cautiously observing It's that nagging feeling of something unnerving
By Jess S3 months ago in Poets
Beyond Blind Strength
The moment you become clear-headed, you have already surpassed your past self. Many believe that after experiencing pain, they should become stronger. But the reality is that some setbacks won’t make you stronger, and some wounds won’t make you braver. They only do one thing: help you see clearly.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘
There are days when I question why i am who i am and why i have to go through such sad and scorching seasons where the tears flow freely
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
I'm Fine
When I say I'm fine: What I really mean is. -- I have assessed the room and have decided This is not the place for this conversation.
By Chel Writes3 months ago in Poets