Poetry about mental health

enjoy life

Wang Guozhen

I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.

Now that you have chosen

faraway place

I only care about the hardships.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Because I like roses,

Just show your sincerity bravely.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Because the target is the horizon.

Only the back is left to the world.

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.

As long as you love life.

Everything is expected.

Believe in the future

forefinger

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my

Purple grapes

integrate

late autumn

dew

while

My flowers

Snuggle up in someone else's arms

emotion

I still stubbornly use it.

frost/frostlike powder

about

Withered vine

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I'm going to rush over with my finger.

The most remote place

Wave discharge

I want to hold the sun in my palm.

sea

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

be

I believe in the future

human

eye

She abandoned history.

fatigue

eyelash

She saw through it.

year

chapters and sections

Students of

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those who lost their way and failed.

ache

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Lightning flashed lightly.

Your fingertips

Onions.

Lightning flashed through your fingertips,

Everything on it: shock and vibration,

Impulse and hunger,

Complete or untidy

desire

Lightning flashed through your fingertips,

You say, be gentle,

this is

In the jungle

The only clear road,

this is

tolerate

It nourishes your hidden

poetic sentiment

This is the deep grass that makes the night burn.

Let you burn!

Time and time again, peaks and valleys,

Where is it?

Your voice

Where's your expression?

Where is the hard mast behind the tide?

Where is the shore, you guide?

river

Where is it?

After the storm

The valley where I live!

Lightning flashed through your fingertips,

I feel the abundance of wet land.

smell

Drop after drop of rain,

Excitement followed by excitement,

Living, warm,

All this belongs to you!

You said to me: the gap in the dry mountain,

It will also be full of blood.

That night, I didn't know how to vent on you,

Those crazy words became

poetry

All I remember is,

I was unstoppable at that moment,

Shout the stone alive!