#mental

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  • backstorypoetry 2d

    When you start losing everything one by one, you can't blame someone for it, you are the one to blame.
    Where do we go wrong??
    A comeback to the world of writing.
    Never let anything break you.

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    #life #live #love #friendship #friends #feelings #respect #care #smile #happiness #happy #sadness #sad #tears #pain #anger #mental #strong #struggle #efforts #enthusiasm #best #mistakes #everything #nothing

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    Life is not the same anymore

    A life that was worth everything to me
    Is nothing now
    A person who meant everything to me
    Is now a stranger
    The enthusiasm which I always had for everything
    Is lost somewhere
    The people who saw the best in me
    Now point out every mistake in me
    The love and care which I always had
    Is now turned into anger
    Life is not the same anymore
    ©backstorypoetry

  • jcksttn 1w

    Here. I’m taking time for two. Feeling the wind blow through. Sitting here for you.
    I feel a little lost. The world passes by like the early morning frost. Time moves quickly but I’m standing still

  • jcksttn 1w

    After some days pass. A thick fog descends upon my mind. My eyes become like the windshield of a car after a cold, frosty night. My every being drips down to its subatomic particles. They feed into a melting pot of emotions. This can crock has been stewing on high for far too long. Eventually, it all reduces to a hot sludge. A defiant and unyielding muck. Sticky and bitter to the taste…. I think I need a good soak. To let hot water seep into all my cracks like rain in the desert. Hopefully, this will dilute my sludge and carry it away. I may just have enough time to clean the pot Before another day like this one creeps in from the shadows.

  • jcksttn 1w

    Time is sacred and unforgiving.
    An arrow from a bow.
    A complex tapestry, seemingly stitched by those outside time itself.
    Is my story already depicted?
    Am I simply a spectator, suspended in this soft vessel?
    Playing my part in this game of life.
    To what extent can I influence?
    My thoughts manifest from the unknown depths of my inner pool.
    These thoughts become my actions - Were they meant to be?
    Nevertheless, the consequences, good or bad, are mine to handle.
    I wish to ascend above time itself
    Join those stitching the cosmic tapestry.
    Perhaps I’ll leave gaps on purpose
    I’ll call them specs of free will.
    Allow moments for the consciousness to weave its own patterns of infinite possibilities

  • angieii 1w

    #mental health
    #God is bae��

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    Hard times

    Play along with my heart as I pray along with my God
    ©angieii

  • ankita_uni 2w

    " Random thought of my depressed mind "

    I think people should not cry after a family siyapa they should try dark comedy instead I mean

    Laughing burn more calories than crying babe kaamse kaam hot toh Baan jaauugaye . Upar sea google mea jaa Kar roti huee logo koe dekh self satisfaction mill jayega kukii competitive as we are kaam sea kaam kaahanne koe mill jayega ke ess chutiya sad soul sea toh meri life better hai .

    I am sick I know

    ©ankita_uni

  • jcksttn 4w

    Fear seeps through every crack in me
    A black, seemingly symbiotic fluid that cannot be contained
    It all-encompasses my sense of self
    Twisting and bending
    Changing not only my mind but my soul
    When I enjoy inner serenity like a calm sea - it’s all too brief
    The seductive snares that have been laid are all too tempting and I’m too weak
    The serenity fades
    The black fluid emerges, silently and without warning
    I close my eyes
    It binds to me, painfully, as if it contains thousands of tiny needles
    It constricts me with every breath - serpentine coil’s
    The black vines tighten around my neck
    Stealing my voice
    Here I fall into the sludge
    Destined to wade through the swamp that is my mind
    Fear is cunning
    Not symbiotic - But parasitic
    I’m left empty. Feeble.
    In darkness with my eyes wide open
    Silently screaming into a void that is my own

  • no_mask_on 4w

    Similar things.

    Building home and building safe place in your head is similar thing.
    Picking unknown things from anywhere is similar to taking unwanted opinions personally.
    Being silent while tolerating injustice is similar to suffering silently when mentally exhausted.

    ©no_mask_on

  • jcksttn 5w

    I turned on the taps and stepped in bare.
    I held my breath and closed my eyes as beads of hot water unapologetically hit my face.
    Feeling each drop traverse every part of my body - My mind becomes quiet
    My awareness focuses on the cascade of water down upon me.
    I lose myself for a few moments.
    My thoughts and feelings wash away
    Just like the water arriving at the drain.
    A cleansing of my very being.
    I can acknowledge the darkness and the light deep within my psyche.
    The two traits at the core of us all.
    My darkness has a gravity twice its size - the guttural groans and obscure moans are powerful, oddly comfortable and strangely familiar.
    My light feels warm yet, far away.
    Its pull is weak but grows in strength if I can resist my instinctive twist towards the darkness.
    It’s difficult to maintain, the pursuit of the light.
    Each time I feel its warmth and embrace its purity.
    It moves away, like a cruel game of cat and mouse - I am the mouse.
    The little one who is trying to not be swallowed by the tragedy that is life.
    All this whilst I’m at my most vulnerable
    Alone and bare

  • gifteddebra_marie 1w

    Only if my feelings was controlled by a switch, mind weak it keeps me from reaching out with no permission to touch the world again and again.
    ©gifteddebra_marie

  • guided_liberation 6w

    Mentality

    With biological and psychological warfare lurking around every corner, there's no wonder why the human mind has managed to decline so rapidly.

    Surrender to nature or corporation? Regurgitated lies, what a grotesque observation.

    Be cleansed by the land or be injected by the hand of the most toxic, spirit draining system ever known to man.

    Humans begging to be injected and confined. Demanding that their families bow to their corporate gods or be ostracized.

    If you have eyes to see and a mind still capable of original thought, then help heal humanity of their Insanity or simply conform and surrender what’s left of your body and mind.
    ©guided_liberation

  • jcksttn 6w

    It doesn’t quite fit

    Sometimes
    Relationships feel like that pair of shoes you bought that doesn't quite fit.
    They’re a little tight in some places
    They rub your heels or toes
    You tell yourself it’s fine. They will stretch out and soften up.
    Eventually, they won’t be as painful or restricting. Leading to other more concerning
    But instead of saying - ‘these don’t fit and sending them back where you got them. Be without them for another week until the new shoes arrive.
    You keep them.

    Sometimes the ones you keep do soften up. You see if anyone else is experiencing the same thing. They may offer advice. A few tricks that may help and eventually they feel fine and you’re glad you kept them.
    Sometimes they continue to niggle
    Here and there
    When you have time alone and you take them off, you expel a sigh of relief because at that moment you’re not trying to mould or restrict yourself.
    Sometimes you bleed
    Sometimes you blister
    You patch yourself up and get on with things.
    Putting yourself through unnecessary pain.
    All because you won’t admit to yourself that they don’t fit quite right. It may be subtle
    But they don’t fit.
    They are too tight. They are constantly rubbing your feet.
    Occasionally, they feel ok but that niggle is there

    The faint stain of dry blood remains on the inside of the heel.
    A red flag for each time you put them on.
    Sometimes things don’t fit.
    Deep down inside you know it. You can feel it.
    The difference between some people and others is that some can recognise this and listen to it. Tuning into that whisper that something isn’t quite right and are brave enough to act on it.
    And then some are able to ignore it and persevere because maybe they think there are no better shoes for them in the world.
    They will continue to wear them until either the shoe breaks or themselves within them.

  • supasesh 6w

    ive stopped trying to fend off my depression,
    its freeing knowing youre sad solely because of a mental illness,
    and in ways i respect what dealing with depression has taught me; strength and resilience, and a refusal to quit, we both share that one
    ©supasesh

  • ami12345 7w

    Mental health

    I woke up with a very tired feeling,
    Don't know what is pulling backwards against my normal gravity.
    Before every morning was a new day for me,
    But now its seems like a torture for me,
    Forcing me to enjoy the nature's blessing ,
    But unable to put up the heaviness inside me
    Fills like a huge stone is within me more than my weight
    Making it unbearable to carry on inside my heart.
    Unable to understand which is the date today
    Every time trying to sleep makes me tired,
    Every time trying to do things makes me tired
    The brightest rooms has turned into dark room.
    The bright colours of the Earth is now a fade colour for my eyes
    A huge confusion is there about my identity,
    I really don't know what my inner self wants from me
    The unwanted dark thoughts always disturbs my mind.
    The works I am doing right now is like a huge burden on my soul
    I don't know where i lost my enthusiasm .
    Even i dont know why my enthusiasm betrayed me,
    Feels like i am no longer the master of my own soul
    Repeating my routine like an alarm.
    Feels like my own created boundaries are closing up forward,
    Making me choked and unable to breath to my fullest
    Questioning my existence and my purpose of life again and again
    Sunlight seems like a friend but rain has become my best friend
    Which helps me hide my tears from everyone
    Even the Good morning messages are not able to cheer me up
    Feels like locking myself up in the room is the best thing i enjoy in the present times.
    Don't know what is disturbing me in my troubled skull,
    Unable to find my real me
    I don't know why i am lost so badly into the dark
    Seems I lost my real me in the trapped unsolvable dark
    Making me unable to breathe the fresh air....
    ©ami12345
    ©ami12345

  • ami12345 7w

    Mental health

    I wake up with a very tired feeling,
    Don't know what is pulling backwards against my normal gravity.
    Before every morning was a new day for me,
    But now its seems like a torture for me,
    Forcing me to enjoy the nature's blessing ,
    But unable to put up the heaviness inside me
    Fills like a huge stone is within me more than my weight
    Making it unbearable to carry on inside my heart.
    Unable to understand which is the date today
    Every time trying to sleep makes me tired,
    Every time trying to do things makes me tired
    The brightest rooms has turned into dark room.
    The bright colours of the Earth is now a fade colour for my eyes
    A huge confusion is there about my identity,
    I really don't know what my inner self wants from me
    The unwanted dark thoughts always disturbs my mind.
    The works I am doing right now is like a huge burden on my soul
    I don't know where i lost my enthusiasm done.
    Even i dont know why my enthusiasm betrayed me,
    Feels like i am no longer the master of my own soul
    Repeating my routine like an alarm.
    Feels like my own created boundaries are closing up forward,
    Making me choked and unable to breath to my fullest
    Questioning my existence and my purpose of life again and again
    Sunlight seems like a friend but rain as belong my best friend
    Which helps me hide my tears from everyone
    Even the Good morning messages are not able to cheer me up
    Feels like locking myself up in the room is the best thing i enjoy in the present times.
    Don't know what is disturbing me in my troubled skull,
    Unable to find my real me
    I don't know why i am lost so badly into the dark
    Seems I lost my real me in the trapped unsolvable dark
    Making me unable to breathe the fresh air....
    ©ami12345

  • jcksttn 7w

    When you came in close
    You would fit perfectly under my chin
    Your scent filled my nostrils
    My olfactory bulb lit up brighter than the sun
    I knew this was a moment I would remember forever.
    When our hands interlocked - They didn’t fit just right.
    I should have ignored this but I loosened my grip
    I wanted things to be perfect - I was chasing a fantasy.
    With your strength and courage
    You called me out
    I was speechless but impressed
    Scared and confused.
    At that moment, I knew I loved you
    But you knew that, this was the end
    A red flag flown
    Leaving me with a memory
    Forever carved in stone

  • supasesh 7w

    i have a bad habit, and im sure others do to,

    i can never leave joy just the way it is, im always searching for the follow up, the peak.
    l
    ike an addict, the next hit of joy always has to be stronger, something that thats provokes feeling more euphoric then the previous,

    i often forget to appreciate the small joys in life; rainy days on a sunday, being awoken by the birds singing on the newly nested tree with last nights showers still shimmering on the branches and even  mornings where  nothing excting  is happening, but you woke up just feeling like yourself, fully refreshed and awaiting whatever the day brings.

    i have this bad habit, and im sure others do to.
    #life#mental#health#happy#poetry#kindashit

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    I hear the songs, they sing of good days ahead
    ©supasesh

  • saika_poem 7w

    LID

    I don't want to be disappointed
    because I can't say what I want to say or tell you what I want to tell you
    That time and those days
    I was in so much pain
    I have to accept that, but it's hard

    ©saika_poem

  • iamarrellia 8w

    I know it gets hard every now and then.
    Just promise me you'll keep your head up, that gives me hope that you'll want to wake up.
    I know it gets hard every now and then.
    But roll out of bed and brush your teeth, wash your face.
    I know it gets hard every now and then.
    Just close your eyes and dream. Dream that your levitating and flying high.
    I know it gets hard every now and then.
    But promise me, promise me you'll conquer the world, A. There isn't another like you.
    ©iamarrellia

  • czarcasm 8w

    Out of synch

    The house a mess

    I sit and stress

    Knowing I can't sleep

    I've been so tired mentally

    That I've struggled just to drag my feet

    Been hearing music out of beat

    Ive been struggling to see

    The reason behind that tired eye

    With a happiness that no one could buy

    I sit here is sadness instead

    I don't sleep enough to be on this earth in a solid form

    I should be a ghost drifting about I should even be able to feel a storm

    For I love sleep don't get me wrong

    It sings to me better than any song

    But when I sleep I'd rather sleep long

    I don't have that alarm saying ding dong

    There's a life to live

    Well last time I checked sure there is but there's nothing left for me to give

    I've used up my youth

    I don't need a kissing booth

    Or a hurting tooth

    I need to be able to get up with a clear mind

    A sound soul is so hard to find

    It's just hard enough to remind

    Myself I have to be kind

    Yet I'm still tired

    No job will have me hired

    It's a mental you're fired

    A mental you need sleep

    So my pace can be more than creep

    No more tears that I will weep

    If only it was an easy feat
    ©czarcasm