Mental Health

He Keeps The Keys
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Depression
No more tears rolling down my cheeks Feeling lost, feeling bleak Behind my eyes Despair lies To put it lightly If I could I would fight me
By Courtney Curran3 days ago in Poets
Leave a Book Instead
Flowers for Algernon Required reading Eighth grade I sobbed for weeks 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆📖⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ I was Charlie I was Fay
By K.B. Silver 3 days ago in Poets
Dancing With Freedom
Introduction This is for a special friend. She dances, sings, models, teaches, and puts together some amazing routines. She always has time for everyone, and is a wonderful advocate for body positivity, as well as being wonderfully engaging and great fun.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 days ago in Poets
"Fat" Organs - I Feel Embarassed, I Should Have "Dignity"..... 101 Lessons From The Worst Cases In Life !?
About 20-years old, I noticed I love pornography !? I wanted dignity, but some people choose sexuality !? Some people choose the things that made them feel important, spending time with a person of little to NO... .......
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
Fifteenth of October
This is a very personal journal entry of mine. It has haunted me since. This experience has made a corner of my mind it's home. I have never told my best friend of my dream, as I don't want to come off as attention seeking. I've never took pride in it. However, I have always been aware of a "sixth sense". It does not always work the way I want. Sometimes, I can feel the sorrow and worry of another, and I know the person these feelings belong to. Other times it is a lingering feeling of dread or depression for a couple of hours, with no insight as to who is hurt. With that being said, I hope this is enjoyed by those with creative minds. And as a reminder that when you feel strongly that someone is in pain or carrying a form of dread, call them. Do not push it away.
By Dylan S3 days ago in Poets
Your Name In my Brain
Your Name In my Brain Your name is stuck in my brain like glue, I had to make it mine, Even when the night pressed close,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
The Gilded Ghost
If you have treated someone sincerely but were betrayed, do not doubt your sincerity. Perhaps you were the best person they could ever meet. Their departure is not your regret; rather, it is a pity that their connection with beauty was so brief. Some people have a limited ability to recognize value, much like those who cannot distinguish pearls from grains of sand.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
Man of Constant Sorrow
I fear not dying, for death can only offer something brighter than my life, I fear not the Lord’s anger at my words. Pain or strife
By Edward Val3 days ago in Poets
Dissociative
I've been so detached I don't know where I am So dissociated This state doesn't feel safe I don't know how to escape
By CotardDelusionz3 days ago in Poets
My Body
Someone please get me out of this body My consciousness is suffocating I want to be lovely Nothing about this is loving
By CotardDelusionz3 days ago in Poets
The Heavy Shadow
I felt it in my chest, a heavy stone that had no name. It had been there for years, a silent guest in the house of my soul.
By Hazrat Umer3 days ago in Poets