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Obsessive thoughts rage throughout the mind.
Worries and fears only increase with time.
An unwanted intrusion of an unbearable kind.
A silent head is a thought sublime.
But it does not end on a mental note.
Compulsions will follow, and all your time you'll devote,
To satisfy them every single day.
When others ask "Why?"
"Because I have to," you'll say.
To fulfill a need, to create order,
That is just part of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
Worries and fears only increase with time.
An unwanted intrusion of an unbearable kind.
A silent head is a thought sublime.
But it does not end on a mental note.
Compulsions will follow, and all your time you'll devote,
To satisfy them every single day.
When others ask "Why?"
"Because I have to," you'll say.
To fulfill a need, to create order,
That is just part of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
Literature
Homeless Romantics and Pesticides
Licorice lace lullaby
cooing
minty-mouthed melodies
from my feathered, freckled
throat.
flightless fright
I swallow you whole.
-
It.
creatures with cancer claws;
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Suicidal Sickness
I carry this note hidden in my pocket
In case my suffering has been erased
Honestly, I hope no one will ever read it
It would mean my battles have gone to waste
Every time I see them it brings me memories
The faces of those who push me through
There are times in life there are too many answers
When only questions provide rescue
They all see the weight holding my heart down
My friends and family pursue my health
It makes me feel warm knowing that they're trying
But there are some things you have to do yourself
I realize it's selfish to end my own life
But I am not sure I can push through the pain
There is a reason I havn't signed
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Hospital Morning
I'm woken for medication
I swallow them down,
and listen for the sound
of the grey trolley wheels
squeaking across the cold linoleum.
A small cup of fruit juice
and a white bread roll
are the only things that don't
taste like antiseptic or anaesthetic.
I ignore the cardboard cereal
it its little box
the canned fruit
and plastic food.
Every morning I take medication,
fruit juice,
and a little bread roll
to start the day.
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A poem about OCD, which I myself have. Could've been better, but ehh I'm slowly getting out of my writer's block. I will probably make another version at some point. A much better version.
Other Medical Poems:
Tourette Syndrome: [link]
Other Medical Poems:
Tourette Syndrome: [link]
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You are so awesome at these.