Mental Health

Diligence
“A lot of the pain that we deal with are only just thoughts. Let them go. You deserve to hold on to more.” It is amazing
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
At Our Own Pace
“Stop comparing yourself to others, every one is the best version of their own life.” Every one of us has the right to our own lives.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
That Kind Word
“A kind word means the world to someone going through a rough time.” A kind word is better and stronger than any drug,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Heal
“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls your life.” On our journey in life,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Too Much
There is just too much clinging to me, still. - A thousand chains tied to each leg, the light force of gravity, so heavy, on my head.
By Reece Beckett4 months ago in Poets
Teeth Under the Bed
Teeth Under the Bed Something scratched beneath the frame Each night near half past three A crooked rhythm filled the dark
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Ashes in My Mouth
Ashes in My Mouth The hallway breathed through broken vents Cold dust settled inside my veins Every clock leaned toward the grave
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
I May Have Smiled Today
I may have smiled today Just for a minute or two For that moment I eased I may have smiled today If you know, you know I may have smiled today Just at something random But thank you all the same I may have smiled today I may not smile tomorrow But today I smiled
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖
i saw your intangible self across a crowded room and time literally slowed and a secret hush fell somewhat startling my senses
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Choose Better Actions
You know better than this Stop the pattern Already know what's going to happen It ain't worth stressing Don’t turn this into another lesson
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets
The Game. Top Story - May 2026. Content Warning.
If I could perish painlessly, I trust I would load the gun, because when their need is my demise, I still care for everyone —
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
Struggle
Silence. It fills the room. You try to speak. But nothing comes from it. Everything is too much. All you can do is sit at your desk and stare at the screen.
By Amethyst Champagne4 months ago in Poets