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41. Exhale Anxiety

Take a deep breath and exhale all that anxiety. I wrote the poem I needed to hear. My anxiety is still high. I’m going to write my way out. I hope this helps someone else dealing with it. Sending you peace and calm.
- By Raquel Franco
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2021 with permission of the Author.
Embracing Calmness: A Poem For Anxiety Relief And Serenity

I send anxiety
a cease and desist letter.
I close her mouth.
Unbind her gnawing disquiet,

I send anxiety
a cease and desist letter.
I close her mouth.
Unbind her gnawing disquiet,
slow my train track heart.
I manifest settle,
a steady river in my veins.
I proclaim calm,
a relentless hymn on my tongue.
I end the riot in my chest
and exhale.
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42. Am I Alone

A heartbreaking portrayal of mental Illness
- By Siobhan Green
- 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.

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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43. I'll Fight For Her

This poem was inspired by my girlfriend. She has a disorder called borderline personality disorder, and sometimes seeing eye to eye can be hard, but no one will ever see her the way I do.
- By Joshua J. Siferd
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2018 with permission of the Author.
Never Giving Up On Love

She can be a handful.
Yes, this is true.
But you won't look at her
In the ways that I do.

She can be a handful.
Yes, this is true.
But you won't look at her
In the ways that I do.

You couldn't comprehend
What goes through her mind.
You wouldn't understand
The look in her eyes.

From the fits of rage
To the unconditional love.
There isn't a day
Where I'd change any of the above.

Countless nights
I've stayed awake,
Wondering if it's right
Or if I'm about to break.

But in the end,
I know for sure.
No one else in this world
Would try to understand her.

Nights can be bright.
Days can be dark.
But even after every fight,
When it gets hard,
I'll never lose sight
Of what's carved in my heart.
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44. My Ritual

I have dissociative identity disorder. I "lose time," not knowing where I went or what I was doing there. My husband continually worries what might happen to me, what I may do to myself, and if I will be successful next time I try to take my life?
I can never sleep for long, I have horrific nightmares of the abuse I suffered as a child and adult. So instead of sleeping, I sit and watch and listen, trying to feel safe.
- By Donna Jozwiak
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Dissociative Identity Disorder

In the early hours,
As most should be sleeping,
I sit in our bedroom window and perform a ritual.
Smoking a cigarette, wrapped tightly in a blanket,

In the early hours,
As most should be sleeping,
I sit in our bedroom window and perform a ritual.
Smoking a cigarette, wrapped tightly in a blanket,
I watch.
I watch you toss and turn, breathing heavily, in and out.
I imagine your dreams, your tremors.
I'm careful not to wake you.
Sometimes I walk over to you and touch your hair,
And pray that it is not me that keeps you here in this prison.
The anxiousness shows, reflected even as you sleep,
Worries too heavy for you to even confess to me.
You sleep on, albeit fitfully,
Not aware of my nightly ritual of watching you.
Careful not to disturb...
While you try with all your subconscious might,
To dream away losing me,
To dream away the certainty of my death.
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45. Puppet

To me this poem represents being controlled by something you can't overcome. For example people dealing with mental health issues. You entire life is eaten by this power and despite your efforts you can't make it any easier. I think it's one of the hardest things to experience and saddest things to watch happen to someone else. So the puppet is you and the disease, addiction, person whatever it may be is what's controlling you.
- By Katie Q. McKee
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018 with permission of the Author.
Feeling Helpless

The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along

She was once optimistic and filled with joy

The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along

She was once optimistic and filled with joy
But that way of life soon came to an end
Her mind was used as a distorted decoy
The distraction that consumed her entire world

She wanted something to change
It didn't matter if that were good or bad
She wished she could take a stand
And sometimes imagined that she had

Under the influence of a higher strength
She patiently waited untouched
Looking to anyone for the answers
With the piece of hope that she clutched

Was she weak or a diamond in the ruff?
Passing her by without looking twice
She knew this life would be tough
But she never got to roll the dice

Succumbed to her controller, she falls short
This won't be her last match
The strength she's building inside will be enough
To make that final catch

The thin, torn strings are starting to break
Soon the puppet will be free of the ache
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46. I Don't Know

I was recently diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, and it has been quite a struggle. I'm struggling to identify and express the intense emotions I feel. Sometimes it's frustrating because I don't know my triggers. Not only do I suffer from BPD, but I also struggle with depression and anxiety. It's very lonely, so I turn to writing as my sense of comfort.
- By Kayla L. Jenkins
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020 with permission of the Author.
Struggling To Express Intense Feelings

I don't know how to tell you I'm afraid without feeling weak.
I don't know how to tell you I'm hurting and how I wish this pain would cease.
I don't know how to tell you I'm lonely without feeling incomplete.
I don't know how to tell you I'm tired and how I wish this burden would decrease.

I don't know how to tell you I'm afraid without feeling weak.
I don't know how to tell you I'm hurting and how I wish this pain would cease.
I don't know how to tell you I'm lonely without feeling incomplete.
I don't know how to tell you I'm tired and how I wish this burden would decrease.

I don't know how to tell you I'm angry without feeling guilty.
I don't know how to tell you I'm exhausted and how I wish to find some release.
I don't know how to tell you I'm confused without feeling lost.
I don't know how to tell you I'm devastated and how I wish to find inner peace.

I don't know how to tell you I'm breaking without feeling broken.
I don't know how to tell you I'm sinking and how I wish this storm would cease.
I don't know how to tell you how all these emotions overtake me.
I just pray you hear the words I attempt to speak.
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47. Voices

I know that paranoia is usually an overlooked personality disorder, but it can really be troublesome. It makes you go insane and your trust disappears. I hope this poem makes people aware of how paranoia is.
- By Bella B.
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2013 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Mental Illness, Paranoia

I hear them there every day.
Why will they not go away?
They tell me that I'll be betrayed.
Will it really be that way?

I hear them there every day.
Why will they not go away?
They tell me that I'll be betrayed.
Will it really be that way?

They fill my brain with thoughts and doubts.
Will I ever make it out
Of the hell that I am in?
I don't think I'll ever win.

I'm sure they've taken over me.
The voices make me want to flee.
They make me want to cry inside,
but I know that I can't hide.
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48. Take A Step Back

Things sometimes get to be too much. Just remember this.
- By Aaron Stone
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2017 with permission of the Author.
Calming Poem For Overcoming Anxiety

Take a step back,
Learn how to breathe.
Take a step back
And just be.

Take a step back,
Learn how to breathe.
Take a step back
And just be.
Observe in silence.
Take things in.
Despite what's goes on,
Trust what's within.
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49. Light As A Feather, Thin As A Rail

We'll travel forever in the pursuit of ideals that we can never achieve. Ideals fed to us in corporate imagery, pulling emotional strings to teach us to subconsciously control our lives, so that we may live distracted, from the bigger picture of achievements.
- By Coral Leffew
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
Eating Disorder Poem

If one day, I could have a helium balloon,
And be carried away with just one little bloom,
The petals sweep around me, light enough to fly,
So little to eat, surprised I did not die,

If one day, I could have a helium balloon,
And be carried away with just one little bloom,
The petals sweep around me, light enough to fly,
So little to eat, surprised I did not die,

Golden dreams are made of these,
Glory to the small and frail,
Light as a feather, thin as a rail.
Light as a feather, thin as a rail.

A hallucination of mine to fly,
To be carried off with a sunset lullaby,
Just imagination I fear,
Thinner and closer every year,

Until I blow away with the breeze,
I wonder who would follow me,
A girl swept so serene,
A beautiful dream,

Golden dreams are made of these,
Glory to the small and frail,
Light as a feather, thin as a rail.
Light as a feather, thin as a rail.
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50. Finding Peace

I am a veteran of the Iraq war. I received the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart. I was diagnosed with PTSD after my return and have been struggling with it every sense. I wrote this just to try and make people understand.
- By John Baumgartner
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2016 with permission of the Author.
The Effects Of PTSD

Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.

Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.
I yearn for peace for just a little while
To free my soul from further trial.
The faces of death haunt my dreams.
I pray for peace from all these things.
God, take me home if it is the only way.
Please give peace for just a day.
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51. Voices

I know a lot of people deal with anorexia and they hear that little voice called Ana in their head, telling them what to eat, when to purge, counts the calories for you, but for me Ana has becomes more than that, she tells me what to do, what to feel, how to act, what to eat, she reminds me that I am a mess because I know she is right, I do deserve it, sometimes I hate her and I just want her out of my head, but at the end I need her more than ever
- By Joanna
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Anorexia

Flashbacks run through my mind
My hands find their way to my hair
They grab, pull, scratch
"STOP IT!" I try to scream

Flashbacks run through my mind
My hands find their way to my hair
They grab, pull, scratch
"STOP IT!" I try to scream
The flashbacks keep coming
The razor
The blood
The madness...
"You deserve it"
I know
"I have to remind you, that you are a mess"
I know, I'm sorry
"Smile, do not let them see you broken"
I smile, I know you are right Ana
You control my life
Not only you control what I eat, but what I do, what I feel
"You are worthless"
I feel worthless
"Purge those calories you eat, you do not need more food in that fat body"
I purge, loving and hating the sensation
I try to sleep, but the flashbacks would not let me
Leave me alone!
Please...
"No, you deserve all of this"
I HATE YOU, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
"Never you need me, you want me, you love me"
I do, I know
I go to bed and prepare myself for my same routine for tomorrow
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52. Music Of Wakefulness

I am only 19 and this is the first poem I've ever written. During my many battles with anxiety and insomnia, I put my late night hours into this piece, which gives it a sense of authenticity. It is a poem that almost anyone could relate to, a metaphoric piece based on the struggle of unwanted and persistent thoughts preventing much needed sleep. Although this is my first poem, it has been a product of years of depression, anxiety, and insomnia.
- By Caitlin L. Stafford
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2018 with permission of the Author.
Experiencing Insomnia

It is in the dark of night
When insomnia sings me awake
To the tune of lullabies
And the rhythm of mindful blight.

It is in the dark of night
When insomnia sings me awake
To the tune of lullabies
And the rhythm of mindful blight.

It is the spotlight of the watchful moon
And the flickering of uncertain stars
That cradle my fears
And anxious thoughts they croon.

It is in the view of the sunshine,
Where my unwanted thoughts stem,
Waiting and ripening in my head
Until around my throat they twine.

And echoing in my mind
Is the blissful song of insomnia,
Sewing itself into my skin
As daylight leaves me behind.
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53. Hello, I Love You, Goodbye

I have always struggled with mental illness. Pretty much everyone struggles with something. I think that everyone has missing pieces and gaps that need to be filled. My mental illness affects my daily life and religious beliefs. If your focus isn't on the person and their well-being, then what are you trying to fix? Everyone has worth because they are a person, not because of anything they say or do, especially not something out of their control that they are born with or into.
- By Taylor Jones
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 1, 2024 with permission of the Author.
Broken People Are Still People

hello, I love you, goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder why I try.

most days seem the same;

hello, I love you, goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder why I try.

most days seem the same;
others still seem to cause some pain.

I tell you I'm happy
but it's hardly the truth;
it's just easier for me to say to you.

I seem fine on the outside,
but inside, it worse -
always wondering about my ride in the hearse.

you tell me I'm fine,
I tell you, look harder.

my worth doesn't come from being someone's daughter.

you see, we all have struggles, no matter our age,
and while others are trying to pick up our pieces -
they drop some, we lose some, everything freezes.

so please, look closely when treading the ground -
there's pieces of people scattered around.

Now, I'm not trying to blame or
cause any trouble,
I'm just stepping outside
my own little bubble...

I'll always be here for you,
out among the rubble.
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Mental Illness Poems - Page 3

41. Exhale Anxiety

Take a deep breath and exhale all that anxiety. I wrote the poem I needed to hear. My anxiety is still high. I’m going to write my way out. I hope this helps someone else dealing with it. Sending you peace and calm.

42. Am I Alone

A heartbreaking portrayal of mental Illness

43. I'll Fight For Her

This poem was inspired by my girlfriend. She has a disorder called borderline personality disorder, and sometimes seeing eye to eye can be hard, but no one will ever see her the way I do.

44. My Ritual

45. Puppet

46. I Don't Know

47. Voices

I know that paranoia is usually an overlooked personality disorder, but it can really be troublesome. It makes you go insane and your trust disappears. I hope this poem makes people aware of how paranoia is.

48. Take A Step Back

Things sometimes get to be too much. Just remember this.

49. Light As A Feather, Thin As A Rail

We'll travel forever in the pursuit of ideals that we can never achieve. Ideals fed to us in corporate imagery, pulling emotional strings to teach us to subconsciously control our lives, so that we may live distracted, from the bigger picture of achievements.

50. Finding Peace

I am a veteran of the Iraq war. I received the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart. I was diagnosed with PTSD after my return and have been struggling with it every sense. I wrote this just to try and make people understand.

51. Voices

52. Music Of Wakefulness

53. Hello, I Love You, Goodbye