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A inside perspective into living with a multitude of mental disorders from Depression to Borderline Personality Disorder to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to Generalized Anxiety Disorder. The thoughts and experiences of such topics as suicide, self harm,
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In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and ...
8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain By Jim Carroll
This is not a poem I would normally post on Untreatable Online but it does speak of mental illness and suicide. The author of this poem is Jim Carroll who is best known for his book about his struggle with drug addiction as a youth which was turned...
A Mad Girl's Love Song Sylvia Plath - Sunday Poetry
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blackness gallops in:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dream...
Maya Angelou Still I Rise - Sunday Poetry Post
Still I Rise You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my l...
Pablo Neruda If You Forget Me - Sunday Poetry Post
If You Forget MeI want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as ...
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,not pasted on some other place,for if it were where it is not,you might dislike your nose a lot.Imagine if your precious nosewere sandwiched in between your toes,that clearly would not be a treat,for you'd be forced...
Her Kind By Anne Sexton
Her Kindhave gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night;dreaming evil, I have done my hitchover the plain houses, light by light:lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been ...
Poem For Fathers Day - If By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt youBut make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or, being lied about, don’t d...
Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starryand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved ...
Dylan Thomas Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their ...
Sylvia Plath A Life
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.Here's yesterday, last year ---Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vastWindless threadwork of a tapestry.Flick the glass with your fingernail:It will ping ...
Sylvia Plath A Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blackness gallops in:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dream...
