Mental Illness Poem

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I was diagnosed schizo-effective at 35 but I was having problems way before then. I began hearing voices when I was 29. I lost who I was and became something else. I was always wild and...

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Am I Alone

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.

I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will someday.

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by Nancy Whiting Narrgansett Ri
9 years ago

I am also mentally ill. I get pretty lonely and angry like you said. I want to run and hide.
I also write poetry to get my troubles out and it helps. So keep on writing - it's good for your mental health and everything.

by Nicholas, Traverse City
9 years ago

My life is like this poem is. Scary, sad, madness, and I have no clue what to do. I know what's wrong, yet I don't know how to fix myself. I get mad, yell, and when my friends walk out, I am never to see them again. So many, they left, I try, but it is to no avail. It leaves me cold and lost. I know not how to change, but I need to, for I am falling into the madness know as "depression" and "loneliness"
I give your poem a 5

by Edie
8 years ago

I was diagnosed schizo-effective at 35 but I was having problems way before then. I began hearing voices when I was 29. I lost who I was and became something else. I was always wild and kinda care free. I hurt many people along the way. I guess the voices were there to guide me and punish me. It has been hard to accept that I have an illness. I sometimes still believe in my delusions, they feel real. It is a struggle day to day. I am alone in a lot of ways. I don't want pity and I don't want to be treated different, I just want someone to understand.

by Kaitlyn Davies
12 years ago

Love this poem. Really gives people a look at what depression is really like, I love the way you think....Dark, but beautiful.