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.
Her
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 00:55am
25th Feb 2025 00:55am
My BPD Mother
Her truth is sickness
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
Shame transference her specialty
A harness
A wild fire
Taking over like darkness takes over twilight
Unpredictable
Volatile
There was no harmony
Only the jagged strings of a demon symphony
Plucking my heartstrings
Chord by chord
Unraveling my sanity
Confusion a constant entity
Night terrors reflecting daymares
My screams reflected
In her coal black stare
I kept my head low
My heart wounded
My neglect a secret
I am the abortion she didn’t have
The toy discarded...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#mother
#PTSD
#strength
151 reads
6 Comments
Her
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 1:03am
23rd Feb 2025 1:03am
Back Against the Door
#dark
#deception
#MeToo
#PTSD
#vulnerability
82 reads
Her
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:49am
22nd Feb 2025 5:49am
The Fallacy of Memory Smells Sweet
#anger
#dark
#grief
#PTSD
#suffering
71 reads
7 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:51am
19th Feb 2025 3:51am
Glass of Water
Water fountain
Spitting out hot water
Third degree burns
Cover my arm
How long have I had these wounds?
Was the water always this hot?
Spitting out hot water
Third degree burns
Cover my arm
How long have I had these wounds?
Was the water always this hot?
#emotions
#PTSD
45 reads
0 Comments
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
61 reads
2 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
54 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#surreal
152 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:20pm
11th Jan 2025 10:20pm
Toilet trouble
I knew i was short on TP...
thought it was just a quick wee!
Didn't know what to do...
when a burst of poo poo...
Surprised both my pee pee and me!
thought it was just a quick wee!
Didn't know what to do...
when a burst of poo poo...
Surprised both my pee pee and me!
#anxiety
#PTSD
105 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:56pm
8th Jan 2025 1:56pm
Negativity of a troll
What would make a troll be filled with negativity vibes, that will affect you in ways that makes no sense what so ever. TO try to force there negativity upon someone else, who doesn't deal with individuals of that kind of a mind set of nothing. But rhetoric that doesn't do anything but cause, division of separation of the worst kind of mental stimulation, like these often seeing the same acts of the Democrats party. As those who know have seen time and after time. 😞 YET they continue to attack with no regards to the damages, that they costs you in unbearable emotional stress and...
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
100 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
6th Jan 2025 5:58am
Bo's Shadow
Bo was 6 yrs old when he made a full body
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
silhouette in class. He chose black paper and he carefully cut it out and brought it home proudly.
He called it his shadow.
He taped it to his wall near his bed and there it
stayed for 3 years. The longest our mom had ever stayed in any apartment. The building was owned by our extremely perverted aunt. She liked to touch him.
So did our Mom. The entire family was like that. He
secretly told me that he put his soul into his "shadow" to keep it safe from mom, our aunt - the entire family! ...
#abuse
#graveyard
#hate #PTSD
#hate #PTSD
60 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
I f**k STRANGERS!
#dirty
#memories
#PTSD #sex
#PTSD #sex
92 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
4th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
47 reads
0 Comments
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