Mental Health poem
You put on a smile
You act like your fun
Your thoughts run away
In your head you’re all done.
You say you’re okay
You know it’s a lie
You get into bed
Then that’s when you cry.
You think your being stupid
There’s so much frustration
You start to drift away
Into a world of isolation.
Your thinking way to much
About life and our society
All these thoughts in your head
But you know it’s this anxiety.
You can’t shake it off
And it won’t go away
Yet you get up every morning
And carry on with your day.
Your constantly tired
You struggle to wake
You act like it’s fine
But you know your being fake.
Falling asleep seems impossible
Horrible thoughts in your head
Why does it seem worse
When your lying in bed?
A heart that feels broken
Holding back all your tears
Standing and watching
Whilst your joy disappears
Why is this me?
Why do I feel so alone?
All these questions I have
But I don’t like to moan.
You need to start living
Time is ticking so fast
Wasting this precious time
Thinking your an outcast
You’re blind eyed
You’re in denial
They start to ask questions
So you run a mile
You feel so shit
dunno what to say
It’ll all get better
You hope and you pray
The thoughts you think
Are they real?
Will you live for tomorrow?
Will this be your last meal?
Can’t sleep
Can’t stop thinking
To much smoking
To much drinking
Feel like a failure
You took the wrong turn
Your head starts to spin
Your heart starts to burn
Look in the mirror
Stare at your face
All you can see
Is a massive disgrace
Swallow the lump in your throat
Wipe that tear from your eye
Think of something else
Don’t you dare start to cry
Life is a lesson
Love & happiness we crave
We have to stay strong
We have to be brave
We can fight any battle
Our minds they can torture
They have you overthinking
Do I have a mental disorder?
Emotional and sensitive
A dramatic over thinker
Please don’t leave me
Cos I know I’m gonna need ya
Outside it’s bright
On the inside it’s dark
Lost all happiness
There’s no light without a spark
Do you wanna meet up? No
Excuse after excuse
Torturing yourself
It’s the worst kind of abuse
It’s time to speak up
It’s now time to say
It’s ok to get help
There’s always a way.
~DJT
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Author:
Demi.T (
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Comments3
You are not alone. You are doing the right things. Just keep doing what you are doing....like you said.. it's ok to get help.
Thank you. Iām in a good place. This poem is about mental health in general. For everyone not just me. X
I wish more folk would write about their experience of mental health..
I am convinced if much of the stigma could be removed folk would feel less inclined to keep quiet and in turn others would benefit.... just sayin.. well done you..
This is wonderful. I hope you're okay. I am currently struggling with my mental health a lot so this hits hard. Take care š
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