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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LIFE, interrupted (UPCOMING)
this parking space
is RESERVED for my
upcoming Spoken Word piece
"LIFE, interrupted"
May 13th 2023
is RESERVED for my
upcoming Spoken Word piece
"LIFE, interrupted"
May 13th 2023
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
30 reads
Untiltled
Be silent they said
It was how I was controlled
Being seen not heard
It was how I was controlled
Being seen not heard
#abuse
#PTSD
#manipulation
83 reads
5 Comments
Content Warnings
Hello DUP,
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#frustration
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
62 reads
7 Comments
Understanding
The hardest part is choosing to see always
through eyes of Today
The Past and the Present Present
Edited
To Become
course of time
Unwailing
Unwailing
Unwailing
Understanding what configurations of
Ourselves
Edited
attempting [today]
to
hang together
through eyes of Today
The Past and the Present Present
Edited
To Become
course of time
Unwailing
Unwailing
Unwailing
Understanding what configurations of
Ourselves
Edited
attempting [today]
to
hang together
#humankind
#PTSD
#HumanRights #wisdom
#HumanRights #wisdom
92 reads
9 Comments
Jar of Worms

#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
106 reads
0 Comments
Derailed
I awake for the day
anxiety I do not feel
For a moment, the thoughts
are empty
Go for a walk, visit with friends,
be productive, enjoy the day
With coffee in hand,
I start to plan
A random thought appears,
making itself known
My mind starts to obsess,
pain in the chest
So it begins
down the spiral
I go
Heart rate rises,
fluttering chest begins
Dizziness takes hold,
it will pass I'm told
The edge of the bed
I begin to enter my head
...
anxiety I do not feel
For a moment, the thoughts
are empty
Go for a walk, visit with friends,
be productive, enjoy the day
With coffee in hand,
I start to plan
A random thought appears,
making itself known
My mind starts to obsess,
pain in the chest
So it begins
down the spiral
I go
Heart rate rises,
fluttering chest begins
Dizziness takes hold,
it will pass I'm told
The edge of the bed
I begin to enter my head
...
#anxiety
#OCD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
124 reads
1 Comment
I have to remind myself
I have work to do. My day stretching ahead is not filled with an empty trajectory of madness
#PTSD
113 reads
3 Comments
Sympathetic resonance
I cannot say this aloud,
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
as I risk making it sound
like someone else's tragedy is about me.
And it's not.
It's about a devastated family
and their loved one.
We are reeling from the shock.
Away from the epicentre,
I can't help feeling doubly shaken
as current events make old ones reverberate within;
in much the same way
that piano or guitar strings will vibrate
in sympathy with a sudden loud noise.
It's struck too close for comfort
and I wonder,
will it always be this way?
Will that hidden, most...
#suicide
#PTSD
366 reads
6 Comments
Crazy

#anger
#lies
#abuse
#PTSD
#manipulation
94 reads
0 Comments
The Days That Don’t Exist
There are days,
That hit and miss.
They’re so dark,
A pit bottomless.
These are days,
I often wish,
That I,
Did not exist.
I lie in bed,
Depressed paralysis.
A dream,
That I can’t dismiss.
Disassociate,
I can’t resist.
These are the days,
That don’t exist.
Days that don’t exist,
They’re very spotty.
My memory,
Is very foggy.
I don’t feel attached,
To my body.
I don’t exist;
I am nobody.
I forget,
That I am somebody.
Some...
That hit and miss.
They’re so dark,
A pit bottomless.
These are days,
I often wish,
That I,
Did not exist.
I lie in bed,
Depressed paralysis.
A dream,
That I can’t dismiss.
Disassociate,
I can’t resist.
These are the days,
That don’t exist.
Days that don’t exist,
They’re very spotty.
My memory,
Is very foggy.
I don’t feel attached,
To my body.
I don’t exist;
I am nobody.
I forget,
That I am somebody.
Some...
#sadness
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
269 reads
1 Comment
"Your Name Goes Here"
Dear "______",
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
#PTSD
#Autism
314 reads
17 Comments
alone in my dreams
Sometimes I drown in fantasy
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would...
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would...
#SelfHarm
#aging
#PTSD
#sacrifice
#vulnerability
204 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : PTSD Poems