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41. The Ruse
- By Annabel Sheila
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008
No one can truly understand depression unless you either live with it or love someone who lives with it. This poem is dedicated to my beautiful daughter who has been suffering from depression for so long I don't remember when she wasn't depressed. All I can do is try and love her through her pain...

Poem From Mother About Daughter's Depression

She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.

She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.

Her self-esteem is all but gone,
Of her ego there's barely a trace.
There's so much pain behind the mask
She wears upon her face.

Depression has controlled her life
With far too many tears.
Her smile is fake; she's good at it;
She's been doing it for years.

The cover is what attracts us
To the story within the book.
And she's afraid that without the ruse,
No one would bother to look.
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42. Voices
- By Bella B.
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2013
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.

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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43. Puppet
- By Katie Q. McKee
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2018
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.

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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44. Life Behind The Mask
- By Louise
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2020
I have suffered from a mental illness for a long time after suffering abuse as a child. My life hasn't been easy and neither has my battle with my illness. I've written this poem, as I know a lot of people suffering with mental illness will be able to relate. I want people to know they are not alone and to spread awareness of something that is still quite a taboo subject. For us suffering, the struggle is real.
Warning - this poem references self-harm/suicide attempts.

The Struggle Of Living With Mental Illness

Deep inside her mind,
Behind a picture-perfect smile,
Lies a desolate, lonely place
She hasn't visited for a while.

Deep inside her mind,
Behind a picture-perfect smile,
Lies a desolate, lonely place
She hasn't visited for a while.

A place of worst nightmares
Where her demons lie in wait.
Their armour made of trauma,
memories she cannot shake.

Last time she was trapped there,
Equipped with razors and a knife,
She overdosed on tablets
And almost took her life.

For in this place there is no daylight,
And all her hope is gone.
Her eyes blind to any joy,
Even her own daughter and little son.

Nobody knows her struggles.
If only they would ask.
She didn't have to fight this alone
And hide behind a mask.

But she found the strength to leave
And journey onto the path to light,
Finding her hope along the way
While she regained her sight.

And it's sad, for she had done well
She had already made it so far.
Months with no self-injury.
Her cuts reduced to scars.

The clouds began to darken.
Harsh words pushing her back.
The light and hope began to dim
As she went backwards along the path.

And she tried so hard to fight,
To keep going forward, not back,
But the harsh words kept coming
As she put back on her mask.

Her fear began to return
As that dark place came into sight.
Her strength weakened by the day.
She was once again losing her fight.

And she didn't know how to stop it.
Her energy plummeted to the ground.
She screamed and shouted for help,
But nobody heard a sound.

She's now on the edge of the dark,
Again holding the razors and knife.
Please, someone help her; she's scared.
She doesn't want to lose her life.
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45. Exhale Anxiety
- By Raquel Franco
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 9, 2021
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.

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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46. The Truth
- By Caley House
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2013
I have come up with this poem as I am in eating disorder recovery. This has given me the experience, and I really just needed to get my feeling out onto the page. But don't let that fool you; I also put a lot of work into it! Also, this was originally meant to be a read out lot poem.

Poem About Struggling With An Eating Disorder

Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie

Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie
It's so hard to abstain from the succulent fruit of life
A lie
A black force telling me food was my enemy and they were my friend
A lie
They say that the home is where the heart is
A lie
But home for you it's where the torture continues
A lie
You're are worth nothing and the only way to prove yourself is to shrink and let the space around you grow
A lie
Until the space around you envelops you in its clear, perfect arms
A lie
But when society tells you you're nothing but wrong in those skinny, shiny books
A lie
Stick arms reach for sustenance the manipulator does not want
A lie
Extreme measures in which a "diet trick" went wrong
A lie
All this young girl wanted to do was belong
A lie
Trapped by her twenty four bared cage guarding a twisted, mangled heart
A lie
The slippery, sweet, syrupy voice tells her it's the only way
A lie
Two fingers are the best weapon and to use it always
A lie
Black, everything's black till you're put in the white tiled hallway
A lie
Because everything is a lie
A lie was how it started
A lie is how it continued
The truth is how it ended
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47. Chaotic Places
- By Britney
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2012
I suffer from night terrors, so this is my ABC poem about them.

Night Terrors ABC Poem

After everything is said and done
Bad dreams and nightmares
Chased away by the coming dawn
Demons stashed into nightstand drawers

After everything is said and done
Bad dreams and nightmares
Chased away by the coming dawn
Demons stashed into nightstand drawers
Everything the same routine
Fight to fall asleep
Get only maybe an our or two
Half way making it through both night and day
Instead of being awake and alert the next day
Just barely keep my eyes open
Keeping up with daily demands
Leaves me even more exhausted
Making sleep the next night even more impossible
Nightmares creeping back into me
Overly vivid dreams making me crazy
Pray that they go away soon
Quit messing with my head
Resting my eyes has turned to hell
Sleepless, sleepless nights
Tortured by what seems to be a plague
Unable to rid myself of them
Visiting chaotic places
While laying in my bed
Xanadu for me would be a peaceful sleep
Years without one is
Zero in 730 days.
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48. Music Of Wakefulness
- By Caitlin L. Stafford
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2018
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.

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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49. I Don't Know
- By Kayla L. Jenkins
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2020
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.

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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50. Zoloft
- By Tim
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014
It is a funny way to lighten a sad subject.

Funny Poem About Depression Medicine

Hello, you happy little pill
A smile, a laugh, a cold dark chill
When tragedy struck you were given to me
To ease the pain, to enhance the glee

Hello, you happy little pill
A smile, a laugh, a cold dark chill
When tragedy struck you were given to me
To ease the pain, to enhance the glee

Take two a day, the bottle says
Not any more or any less
To change my mood, brighten my day
To undo the thoughts of a once dark way

I remember when before this drug
My pain reliever came in a jug.....(40 proof)
The thoughts of darkness came and went
My days and nights were drunken spent

So for those who wish for a better way
And can't seem to face another day
Ask for help, you'll feel better still
From this happy, helpful little pill
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51. Restriction
- By Lorena
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018
The story behind my poem called "Restriction" is my journey as a teenager who struggles with an eating disorder. I'm currently in recovery and know how many other boys and girls out there go through this thinking that they're alone. I want them to know that they are never alone. And I also want everybody to know that we are our harshest judges. What we see in the mirror and cry about, most other people don't even notice. You all are perfect. Don't change!

Poem: The Mindset Of A Person With An Eating Disorder

When I was fifteen I starved myself,
hoping I could then accept myself,
but with all the weight I dropped,
the burning self-hate never stopped.

When I was fifteen I starved myself,
hoping I could then accept myself,
but with all the weight I dropped,
the burning self-hate never stopped.

Restricting, crying, jumping-jacks,
searching for starvation hacks.
The number would drop day by day,
but in the mirror the fat would stay.

I got scared of my reflection
on my lookout for perfection.
Everyone was scared for me.
Couldn't understand what I would see
when I saw my body grow
in spite of what the scale would show.

I would purge a slice of apple,
trying to fight my silent battle.
All I felt was sharp despair.
When I ran, I gasped for air.
Everyone was telling lies,
seeing me through real eyes.

A vicious cycle owned my mind,
telling lies that made me blind.
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52. Hidden Canvas
- By Kitty I
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014
This poem is describing my 4-year history of self-harm and when people found out.

Poem About Self Harm

I drew on the same canvas for years.
The marks I have made faded only for me to create new ones.
I tried to hide my art,
But some saw through,

I drew on the same canvas for years.
The marks I have made faded only for me to create new ones.
I tried to hide my art,
But some saw through,
Some had to read my written mind

When they found out
They didn't really know,
They didn't know all the lies I used as cover
Or the truth they could not handle.

Don't ask me why I drew.
I can't always tell you.
I'm still not a clean canvas,
Afraid I never will be.

Don't act like you care now
When you didn't then.
I'll be all right.
If I wasn't, I would've slashed right through
My canvas a long time ago.
Just love me and know I love you.
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53. The Mental Hospital
- By Brian E Pardee
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2019
I've been to the mental hospital on several occasions. For this poem I pictured standing in one of the hallways and describing to you what I see. Sympathy is most easily attained through understanding. This poem's designed to be more informative than emotional, appealing more to your logical side. A lot about the mentally ill is misunderstood, and a lot of the suffering could be helped with simple kind actions. These diseases can be complicated, but these people's needs often are not.

There's a place in the hospital where they house the severely mentally ill,
A place where people walk around in a daze and every day starts and ends with a pill.

Where people don't want your money; they only want your prayers.

There's a place in the hospital where they house the severely mentally ill,
A place where people walk around in a daze and every day starts and ends with a pill.

Where people don't want your money; they only want your prayers.
None of them deserved this; this is leaps and bounds past unfair.

There are so many tears, there is so much anxiety.
Dead on the inside, they're living, breathing casualties.

The kindest act I've ever witnessed occurred inside the walls of a mental hospital.
The people often stripped of their sanity as children, where a "normal" life simply isn't possible.

While others want a newer car or bigger house, they just want stability.
Some people call us delusional as if this life isn't our reality.

There was an old women who lost everyone and her sanity was next.
Good and bad are such simple concepts; how did things become this complex?

There was a middle-aged man who tried to drink himself to death on Christmas.
A teenage girl who swallowed an entire bottle of pills, so young yet so sure she wouldn't miss this.

Watching the little schizophrenic girl embrace the crying old woman tells you everything.
You can't take much inside those locked doors, but understanding is something every one of us brings.

The warm smile of a nurse can do more than anyone could understand.
When you have no one, you cling to the memory of that warm hand.

People are ridiculed because the source of their pain is something your eyes can't see,
But so is oxygen, radio waves, antimatter, UV lights, atoms, and gravity.

Emotions as well with their individual intensities.
Hopelessness often precedes drug and alcohol dependencies.

How can you judge how far someone's come when you don't know where they started?
Books seem to provide more questions than answers; these rocky waters are uncharted.

I sincerely hope God blesses every nurse, counselor, and doctor who tried to help.
The ones who really want to help end the suffering and were never in it for the wealth.

The mental hospital, a place where happiness can be very difficult to define.
The mental hospital, a place you leave but a place you never leave behind.
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54. Every Day Is A Fight With Anxiety
- By Alisha M. Davies
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018
I have severe anxiety in which I struggle with on a daily basis. Many people don't know I have it, but if you look closely you can see my physical irritability. Mental health needs more awareness. I wrote this poem when I was at a very low point of my mental illness. I felt like it was taking over me. I would love for it to be published so people can enjoy my poem and know they aren't alone.

Living In The World Of Severe Anxiety

Anxiety grabs me by the throat,
Almost like grabbing a man's balls.
It hurts deep into your stomach,
Churning your belly down.

Anxiety grabs me by the throat,
Almost like grabbing a man's balls.
It hurts deep into your stomach,
Churning your belly down.
It locks you in a suitcase like a prison cell,
Not being able to move from the four walls,
not getting out.
Same situation over and over again.
You're useless, nobody likes you,
Says the little devil on my shoulder
Is someone building a house on my shoulders?
Ooooo no, it's just me overthinking.
You see me sitting there,
Bouncing my leg or twiddling my fingers.
Yes, that's my anxiety.
Sweaty palms.
Yes, that's my anxiety too.
Putting my head down,
Avoiding eye contact.
Yessss, that's anxiety too.
I want to be normal,
But I guess
My anxiety makes me me
A nervous and awkward mess.
I think until 2 am,
Imaging scenarios and scenes,
Which will never happen.
I prepare myself.
Thing is, with me,
I have built my wall too high,
And not many people
Try to climb it,
But I just wish
One or two people would
And help me.
It's controlling my thoughts
And the person I dream of being.
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55. I Can't Eat It
- By Amber
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011
Many people struggle with eating disorders. People need to know they can recover.

Eating Disorder Poem

The food is all around.
I can't eat it.
They are watching.
They will call me a pig.

The food is all around.
I can't eat it.
They are watching.
They will call me a pig.
They will call me fat.
I refuse to eat,
At least here.
Too many people
Watching,
Staring.
I need to be alone.
Alone at last,
I feast...
Chips,
Candy,
Ice cream,
and pop...
something with lots of carbonation,
it tasted good, but I need to do something.
Run to the bathroom.
Turn on the sink alone.
Up it all comes.
You wonder why I won't eat,
I pick at my food,
and why I have lost so much weight...
yet I see me as
FAT...
A PIG.
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56. Monster In The Dark
- By Tony O.
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014
I've been living with major clinical depression and minor audible schizophrenia since I was twelve. It has led me to some pretty dark spots in life that someone my age shouldn't have put themselves through. I've battled many addictions from self mutilation to drugs, both legal and illegal. I have learned to keep my head up and keep hoping for a better tomorrow and to play with the hand you're dealt.

Poem About Life And Living With Depression

Sometimes life is too dark, there's no light.
I can't decide what's wrong or right.
While this beating heart falls out of sight,
I'm starting to lose my will to fight,

Sometimes life is too dark, there's no light.
I can't decide what's wrong or right.
While this beating heart falls out of sight,
I'm starting to lose my will to fight,
Letting my pain destroy my might,
But I keep my head up right,
With my tongue and lips locked tight,
So I can push my happiness to the side,
To leave myself empty to die.

Mirrors show monsters I don't recognize,
But it's behind these beasts that I hide,
With a fist full or cyanide
And a heart full of pain.
I have my shotty in the bathroom like Kurt Cobain.
I can't help but wither away and go insane,
But it's this pain keeping me sane,
So I'm free to count the rain.
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57. Anxiety
- By Kristal McDolgle
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015
I'm 20 years old and have been suffering from anxiety and social anxiety for seven years. It has affected my life in such a way that I cannot make friends, drive, or have a job. I graduated home school in 2012 because public school was just too much for me. Every day I struggle to date, I struggle to breathe, I struggle to have a life beyond the bed and couch. I take Prozac, and I see a therapist, but sometimes even their motivation isn't enough.

Poem About Social Anxiety

Anxiety,
I'm miserable because of you,
making plans and not following through.

Anxiety,
I'm miserable because of you,
making plans and not following through.

You have me feeling as though I am alone.
I don't feel safe unless I'm at home.

I see a stranger on the street,
want to say hi but too scared to speak.

What are they staring at?
Something must be wrong...
Is there a stain on my shirt?
Is my nose too long?

I'm shaking, find an exit, I must retreat!
Here they come! Here they come!
Quick, I must flee!

People keep telling me that I am fine
but I am not,
not in my mind.

A lump in my throat makes it so hard to swallow.
Pains in my chest consume me with sorrow.
I lay awake, restless, hoping maybe,
just maybe this will all be gone
tomorrow.
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58. My Heart Desires Freedom
- By Kristal Mcdolgle
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017
This poem was written in a major time of despair. My family has been struggling for quite a while now with money issues, job loss, and everything else you can imagine, but on top of all this, I am diagnosed with having Anxiety/Depression and require medical attention. We struggle back and forth every day with finding ways just so I can keep my doctor appointments and have money for my prescription medicines. At some point even the strongest of people break.

Struggling With Anxiety And Depression

Each day a brand new struggle:
No food to eat, too stressed to sleep, trouble on my mind,
Tired of life, tired of pain, too tired to even try.

Each day a brand new struggle:
No food to eat, too stressed to sleep, trouble on my mind,
Tired of life, tired of pain, too tired to even try.

I can't decide if I am happy or if I'm torn inside.
There's a smile upon my face,
but tears stream from my eyes.

I'm searching for some answers,
Looking far and wide.
Still there is no clue I find to help erase these dark grey skies.

Red eyes and burning cheeks,
I feel as if I'm on fire,
Desperate and empty.

Freedom, my heart desires.
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59. Sleep Can Never Come
- By Hannah Cooper
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2010
When I was writing this, I was just thinking of how I haven't had a good nights sleep in a really long time. And I figured out that it was because I had so much stress going on. So, now I'm trying to just relax more and just try to be as stress free as I can.

Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.

Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.

Why did this happen?
Oh, why is it me?
I don't know what to do.
This time, I can't flee.

With nowhere to run,
I think I'll lay down.
Only for a bit,
Until the day I'm found.
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60. The Girl I Used To Be "PTSD"
- By Trobers
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014
I was raped and beaten while I was serving my country. As a result I had developed PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) through MST (Military Sexual Trauma). I had gotten help, but there are still times that I have a flash back. It has been 11 years ago, but it still haunts me to this day.

Among the cluttered archives of my pondering
Lie the memories of a girl who I used to be,
My eyes alight,
Radiant as the sun,

Among the cluttered archives of my pondering
Lie the memories of a girl who I used to be,
My eyes alight,
Radiant as the sun,
But my figure grows dim,
With every breath that's drawn.

The inquiring mind's question lie eternally quiet
My heart's inner strength quietly accrued,
The insistent cruelty claims my will as it's prize,
embedding it's hatred into my deepest confines,
Riddled with conflict, despair, and my recent host.

My identity peals
my former self is now like a ghost.
As I cling to the memories
of what once innocence I had
a searing pain streams through me
as I mourn.

This girl is pure as rain
It is now all gone
I resolved, self-assurance
Will, and life all won.

Won by a cruelty too often given on the timid
Teased and criticized, abused by critique
Judgment weighs on my slight frame
The weight of the world... I am to blame
She loves on in spite of her imminent demise
Rendered by those I loved so deeply.
With once my bright eyes

The eyes reflect on this tattered soul
The eyes that grow dim as she will never be whole
Damaged and beaten by life itself
The irony is uncanny
The toll it has taken is so real
This shell keeps going
A outsider she is now
The opposite of a corpse
She is now the living dead
Why her heart continues beating
or blood flows through her veins
Why she draws in breath
Or why she even has a name...
Is a questioning plea
for someone to reclaim.
The girl I used to be
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Mental Illness Poems - Page 3

41. The Ruse

42. 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.

43. Puppet

44. Life Behind The Mask

45. 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.

46. The Truth

I have come up with this poem as I am in eating disorder recovery. This has given me the experience, and I really just needed to get my feeling out onto the page. But don't let that fool you; I also put a lot of work into it! Also, this was originally meant to be a read out lot poem.

47. Chaotic Places

I suffer from night terrors, so this is my ABC poem about them.

48. Music Of Wakefulness

49. I Don't Know

50. Zoloft

It is a funny way to lighten a sad subject.

51. Restriction

52. Hidden Canvas

This poem is describing my 4-year history of self-harm and when people found out.

53. The Mental Hospital

54. Every Day Is A Fight With Anxiety

55. I Can't Eat It

Many people struggle with eating disorders. People need to know they can recover.

56. Monster In The Dark

57. Anxiety

58. My Heart Desires Freedom

59. Sleep Can Never Come

When I was writing this, I was just thinking of how I haven't had a good nights sleep in a really long time. And I figured out that it was because I had so much stress going on. So, now I'm trying to just relax more and just try to be as stress free as I can.

60. The Girl I Used To Be "PTSD"

I was raped and beaten while I was serving my country. As a result I had developed PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) through MST (Military Sexual Trauma). I had gotten help, but there are still times that I have a flash back. It has been 11 years ago, but it still haunts me to this day.