PTSD Poems
#PTSD
PTSD poems, poetry about post-traumatic stress disorder, an anxiety disorder caused by experiencing a distressing event, like combat, a natural disaster, a car accident or an assault. PTSD can cause a sufferer to relive the traumatic event through nightmares and flashbacks, and they may experience feelings of isolation and guilt. PTSD symptoms are often severe enough to have a significant impact on a person’s day-to-day life.
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The Thing About This Survivor
I’m on to you
I’ve learned from people far better than you
If I’m uneasy
There’s a reason
I may not know what your game is
But I’ve already been watching you
This girl’s radar is hyper focused
I’ve already been putting the pieces together
Enjoy what you have now
Because what you want
You’re not going to get
The puzzle may not be completed yet
You’re going to help me
And you’re not even aware
Be warned
I may appear weak
But you have no idea
What I’m capable of
I’ve learned from people far better than...
I’ve learned from people far better than you
If I’m uneasy
There’s a reason
I may not know what your game is
But I’ve already been watching you
This girl’s radar is hyper focused
I’ve already been putting the pieces together
Enjoy what you have now
Because what you want
You’re not going to get
The puzzle may not be completed yet
You’re going to help me
And you’re not even aware
Be warned
I may appear weak
But you have no idea
What I’m capable of
I’ve learned from people far better than...
#lies
#manipulation
#PTSD #strength
#PTSD #strength
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“From The Ashes” - My Take
As a Survivor, I can tell you without hesitation there is no such thing as “greater damage” or “worse pain.” If you are a Survivor, your experience, or a series of events, was painful enough to damage you in unimaginable ways. I don’t need to hear what the trauma was, it’s never insignificant if it alters your reality in some measurable fashion. All you need to tell me is“I’m a survivor” and I will know what it means to you. What it means to me. No details required. I’ve also never had another Survivor ask me for the details of my own personal experiences. I don’t waste time comparing notes....
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #TimeHeals
#PTSD #TimeHeals
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Sometimes God Makes Broken Babies
Missing parts
And broken hearts
So little girls
Can become little women
Always looking up
And asking
Why the fuck
Did you make me
Like this?
And broken hearts
So little girls
Can become little women
Always looking up
And asking
Why the fuck
Did you make me
Like this?
#dark
#emptiness
#grief
#PTSD
#shame
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I’ve Seen Far Too Much
And I wonder about the life
That will come after this
Because there has to be
Something better than this
That will come after this
Because there has to be
Something better than this
#addiction
#disability
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
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Untitled for some reason
sometimes I would walk to the kitchen, coffee mug in hand
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
#healing
#PTSD
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Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
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Fixation Without Dilation.
This is why.
In hours of loathing
Turned over
Exposed and eroding
This is why.
Time standing still
Makeshift alignment
Contemplating parallels.
This is why
Soothing souls
Require heat
Mending the flesh
This is why
Death stands idle
Represented malicious
Peaceful conditions
Token delight
An eye for an eye
Rotary distilled
Cerebral correlation
Opioid use
A rather disgust
Mournful abuse
Confused and tallied
Obituary a turncoat
A tail tucked...
In hours of loathing
Turned over
Exposed and eroding
This is why.
Time standing still
Makeshift alignment
Contemplating parallels.
This is why
Soothing souls
Require heat
Mending the flesh
This is why
Death stands idle
Represented malicious
Peaceful conditions
Token delight
An eye for an eye
Rotary distilled
Cerebral correlation
Opioid use
A rather disgust
Mournful abuse
Confused and tallied
Obituary a turncoat
A tail tucked...
#depression
#drugs
#LifeStruggles #PTSD
#LifeStruggles #PTSD
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Free My Peace
You hold the key to my memories
The dreams that haunt me
Glimpses of an altered reality
You have the power to change that for me
But you won’t
The dreams that haunt me
Glimpses of an altered reality
You have the power to change that for me
But you won’t
#despair
#PTSD
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Today
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#memories
#PTSD
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Sex is many things.
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
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Again
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
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