#poem about mental illness

[ibisfarrow]

A history of Falling

A true history of falls would be oversimplified.

I don’t just fall when I miss a step and my bag is too heavy to counterbalance.

I also fall when the sun goes down and I was too scared to do anything on my to-do list,

So, I spent the day doing nothing at all.

The list is still there, carries to tomorrow and I will make another first-attempt at it.

Maybe I’ll get there, this time.

Maybe I’ll find my grip.

Or maybe I’ll fall backwards through the hole in my chest and stare up at myself,

Wondering how I thought I could make that climb when I can’t even change the bird water.

My medication makes me feel like I’m falling.

The room is wobbly, and even when I try to remain upright, gravity keeps pulling me down

Down down down

Until my thought lie at my feet.

So, I fall again.

I might peek out from the chasm between my ribs and watch them, distant and familiar,

then close my bars.

It’s all under control.

I’m not going to climb all the way out just for this.

[trickstersaint]

in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat // october 22 2023

[richardsikens]

actually that night, i wanted to tell you that i only loved the things we build because we built them together. - j.l.

[foursaints]

what did you think of ttpd!! we gotta know

[allthegothihopgirls]

i can't lie i get so annoyed when i see ppl claim to idolise female artists like sylvia plath, fiona apple etc. but then actually idolise the exact aesthetic the artist has spent their whole career warning everyone about.

[moonsvillain]

hanaoka fujio and takajo tsukasa — something or other about love, unconditional

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Empty

-

Some days

It feels as if my body is a suit.

One I just put on

For the first time

In a long while.

And my soul doesn't

Exactly

Quite

Fit.

There's too much room

In some places,

And my essence twists and jams

Into others.

Watching the clouds move across the sky,

Cuddling with a hollow feeling.

What is missing?

How can one feel both heavy

And empty?

What is missing?

x

[bibibusinessman]

A poem about not being ok

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. And yet they judge you when when basic tasks become exhausting.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you want to cry they say it’s not that bad. 

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when your grades are slipping they tell you try harder.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you sleep all day they say you are procrastinating.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when your friends text you and you don’t respond it’s because you are rude.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you leave marks on your skin it’s because you want attention.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you don’t have the energy to clean they tell you you’re lazy.

It’s ok to not be ok they tell you. But when you feel like giving up they tell you it’s never that bad.

It’s ok to not be ok, just don’t show it. 

[vanx-97]

Too broke, beer bottle ashtrays

Lose control, Xanax every Saturday

new dope to deal with past mistakes

I'm tryna stay high until I pass away

300 a week just to get lit

Walk the streets, got a car that needs fixed

Nothing to eat, glad I don't have kids

Be a broken family if I ever did

Roaches in the microwave, bugs in the bed

Nose is a passage way for drugs to my head

Coexist with massive pain, I'm such a mess

Hopeless and mad ashamed, puff a cigarette

How are they so happy? Why not I?

Am I really worth it? Should I even try?

I think the universe wants me to die

Maybe it can all change if I stop getting high

(For the record, I am not about this life anymore. I have been clean from hard drugs for 4 years now. This is based on my past experiences and if you are in this place, please get help, love to everyone, thank you)

[0-angelfang-0]

Birds of a feather must stick together but what happens when the trees burn down

[delicacysblog]

i lie in bed wondering what happened

i reach for my phone, compose a text and delete it

compose, delete, compose, delete

start to panic then sink

what did last night mean? after the door closed between us i couldn’t sleep

my phone vibrates… is it you?

saying this was all a mistake?

[trickstersaint]

april 7 2024 // portraiture

[mwagneto]

i need to sit down i need to . excuse me. hello

[leehallfae]

prepping for workshop for my senior project (poetry collection w very personal themes) is crazy like wow now these 30 other english majors know i cut myself 👍 cool

[ucanwriteit]

[lena-oleanderson]

Still Looking or on knowing there's a way out because you've been here before. you've been in bigger and scarier places before, and even they had a way out, and a friend on the other side waiting. and if the journey is too much for you, get up and eat. even if the bread needs to be baked for you, even if you need to be told, even if you need to be fed, just let someone tell you to get up and eat, let someone feed you, and get up and eat, and find a way out. (and like the mary ellen carter, rise again)