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.
Debdeb
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 2:58pm
9th Jun 2021 2:58pm
Fighting
Fighting images that are in
my head
Just so the nightmares stop
as I lay here in bed
Voices are screaming loud
In my ear
Just one more reason to have
My fear
Fear of the monster coming
to my bed
And the painful memories that
Lay ahead
I wish it would stop the pain
in my heart
Cause I have no more fight left
to start
Start a new life without drugs and
Fear ...
my head
Just so the nightmares stop
as I lay here in bed
Voices are screaming loud
In my ear
Just one more reason to have
My fear
Fear of the monster coming
to my bed
And the painful memories that
Lay ahead
I wish it would stop the pain
in my heart
Cause I have no more fight left
to start
Start a new life without drugs and
Fear ...
#PTSD
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1 Comment
hammind
sarah jean
sarah jean
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 7:58am
6th Jun 2021 7:58am
Schizophrenia
Unusual heavy machinery,
or anxiety that you cannot control
psychosis
psychosis
psychosis
Talk with the doctor,
Call the doctor right away
your family member lost touch with reality
You had unusual urges,
thoughts about suicide
What is this drug used for?
mental problems suicidal thoughts autism nervousness behavioral problems depression schizophrenia
Use this drug with care.
or anxiety that you cannot control
psychosis
psychosis
psychosis
Talk with the doctor,
Call the doctor right away
your family member lost touch with reality
You had unusual urges,
thoughts about suicide
What is this drug used for?
mental problems suicidal thoughts autism nervousness behavioral problems depression schizophrenia
Use this drug with care.
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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senid
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 3:12am
4th Jun 2021 3:12am
Survival of the fittest
Survival of the fittest
written October 10th, 2020
Survival of the fittest.
What does that mean?
Fit for what?
Fit for keeping a multitude of shameful secrets?
Fit for being able to fill multiple mutually exclusive roles?
Fit for loving the ones who hurt you over and over?
Fit for hiding in plain sight?
So you survive
and you are so good at being invisible
that nobody can see you.
You love passionately
moments from the past
and books from the present.
You are a multitude ...
written October 10th, 2020
Survival of the fittest.
What does that mean?
Fit for what?
Fit for keeping a multitude of shameful secrets?
Fit for being able to fill multiple mutually exclusive roles?
Fit for loving the ones who hurt you over and over?
Fit for hiding in plain sight?
So you survive
and you are so good at being invisible
that nobody can see you.
You love passionately
moments from the past
and books from the present.
You are a multitude ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #PTSD
#SelfReflection #PTSD
31 reads
2 Comments
senid
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 8:26pm
1st Jun 2021 8:26pm
For you I would build
For you I would build
written May 9th, 2021
If I could build a life
if I was that kind of architect
I'd build days filled with sun
soft colors - soft light - soft surfaces
you would always have shelter
and never be cold
your nightlight
would be the steady stars in the sky
your world would be filled
with food music and books
to help you grow healthy and strong
nourished with delight
I'd be every kind of person
to hold you
to make you laugh
to inspire you with wonders ...
written May 9th, 2021
If I could build a life
if I was that kind of architect
I'd build days filled with sun
soft colors - soft light - soft surfaces
you would always have shelter
and never be cold
your nightlight
would be the steady stars in the sky
your world would be filled
with food music and books
to help you grow healthy and strong
nourished with delight
I'd be every kind of person
to hold you
to make you laugh
to inspire you with wonders ...
#home
#PTSD
30 reads
7 Comments
Debdeb
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 12:05pm
1st Jun 2021 12:05pm
Lost
She's lost in her mind
Her soul is shattered
She's different, never to
be the same
He took her innocence from her along time ago
She's trapped in his
nightmare
Forever tormented by the
Images of his abuse
Yet, she lives each day
Like it no other
She hides behind the
Pain
She's destined to fail
Maybe she was a unwanted
Gift from above
Not even her own mother
wanted her
Was she ever not good
Enough
Her soul is shattered
She's different, never to
be the same
He took her innocence from her along time ago
She's trapped in his
nightmare
Forever tormented by the
Images of his abuse
Yet, she lives each day
Like it no other
She hides behind the
Pain
She's destined to fail
Maybe she was a unwanted
Gift from above
Not even her own mother
wanted her
Was she ever not good
Enough
#anger
#dark
#frustration
#confusion
#PTSD
28 reads
3 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
31st May 2021 9:04pm
31st May 2021 9:04pm
The Lady's Stairs
Yellow gorse petals of early Spring
Perfume obsessed thoughts
Lady Taylor your stairs haunting
To my secret beach I walk
Your voice embracing sweet demesne
The green paint chipped and rot
Footsteps lacquer so cold and hollow
The clove hitch securely taut
The manila makes me feel like a man
Perfection is a hangman's knot
To wrench my vertebrae apart
Escape to what is left to dreaming
Childhood slowly rocks
The Mournes sweep into the sea
Forgetting all that is lost
Perfume obsessed thoughts
Lady Taylor your stairs haunting
To my secret beach I walk
Your voice embracing sweet demesne
The green paint chipped and rot
Footsteps lacquer so cold and hollow
The clove hitch securely taut
The manila makes me feel like a man
Perfection is a hangman's knot
To wrench my vertebrae apart
Escape to what is left to dreaming
Childhood slowly rocks
The Mournes sweep into the sea
Forgetting all that is lost
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
33 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
31st May 2021 12:32pm
31st May 2021 12:32pm
The Moments I Lock Away
You are most terrifying when you're a mess:
Eyes burning and outpouring as you scream into the void
with a rumble from within you that tells of your hell
bursting at the seams.
Heart beating like angry fists at the door,
like the sounds of a downpour on a tin roof,
like the lonely echoes of each time it was hurled carelessly into the dirt.
Hands trembling as you retreat with hurried steps
back to that place in your head where all the doors are closed
and the room is black as night.
Hands viciously cradling your skull when the...
Eyes burning and outpouring as you scream into the void
with a rumble from within you that tells of your hell
bursting at the seams.
Heart beating like angry fists at the door,
like the sounds of a downpour on a tin roof,
like the lonely echoes of each time it was hurled carelessly into the dirt.
Hands trembling as you retreat with hurried steps
back to that place in your head where all the doors are closed
and the room is black as night.
Hands viciously cradling your skull when the...
#depression
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
33 reads
1 Comment
senid
Poem Published
31st May 2021 3:47am
31st May 2021 3:47am
I want to go home (ptsd related poem)
I want to go home
started April 7th, 2020
I sit in a corner
a small child
and cry, saying:
I want to go home.
I have a lovely safe home
but I'm not sure
I always live here.
I want to go home.
What does 2020 or Atlanta mean?
Sometimes it feels like
they have no context.
I want to go home.
My first definition of home
was built of opposites:
comfort-pain
violate-nurture
shaping-shattering
love-hurt.
When everything
is tainted what is left?
What is the...
started April 7th, 2020
I sit in a corner
a small child
and cry, saying:
I want to go home.
I have a lovely safe home
but I'm not sure
I always live here.
I want to go home.
What does 2020 or Atlanta mean?
Sometimes it feels like
they have no context.
I want to go home.
My first definition of home
was built of opposites:
comfort-pain
violate-nurture
shaping-shattering
love-hurt.
When everything
is tainted what is left?
What is the...
#home
#PTSD
#healing
37 reads
10 Comments
senid
Poem Published
31st May 2021 2:42am
31st May 2021 2:42am
I want to know why? (ptsd related poem)
I want to know why?
written March 31st, 2021
I want to know why
you had to do
the things you did.
I know you hated yourself
and everything about your world
and I know
you loved me.
I know there were generations
of alcoholism and abuse.
Nobody told me,
but I know.
I want to know why
I have to live like this
the chaos and fracturing inside
on these bad days.
I want to know why
there isn't any answer
no balm or salve to sooth
this rampant infection in me.
I...
written March 31st, 2021
I want to know why
you had to do
the things you did.
I know you hated yourself
and everything about your world
and I know
you loved me.
I know there were generations
of alcoholism and abuse.
Nobody told me,
but I know.
I want to know why
I have to live like this
the chaos and fracturing inside
on these bad days.
I want to know why
there isn't any answer
no balm or salve to sooth
this rampant infection in me.
I...
#PTSD
28 reads
6 Comments
senid
Poem Published
30th May 2021 12:26pm
30th May 2021 12:26pm
Some songs have no name
Some songs have no name
written October 19th, 2020
I come back to the same theme
of pain and the past
manifesting in my present.
I have tried ignoring them.
I have tried fighting them.
I have sought therapists and seers
who teach me new ways to battle,
but what I fight and avoid
just seems to get stronger.
Forgive they say.
I WILL NOT
say it was ok
tell you to go peacefully to your death
with no stain on your conscience.
I try accepting
living with the demons and...
written October 19th, 2020
I come back to the same theme
of pain and the past
manifesting in my present.
I have tried ignoring them.
I have tried fighting them.
I have sought therapists and seers
who teach me new ways to battle,
but what I fight and avoid
just seems to get stronger.
Forgive they say.
I WILL NOT
say it was ok
tell you to go peacefully to your death
with no stain on your conscience.
I try accepting
living with the demons and...
#PTSD
#healing
31 reads
2 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
26th May 2021 8:25am
26th May 2021 8:25am
“Heavy Weighs The Toll” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 19/11/2020
Folks It Ain’t NO JOKE ... !!!
HEAVY Weighs The Toll ...
On ... Broken Souls ... !!!
And There Are MORE of Those ...
Than Most People Know ... !!!
Or ... Choose To Believe ...
Because People Like These ...
... DON'T Always Show ...
How Their Issues Control ...
How It Is That They Roll ... !!!
And How The Thoughts That They Hold ...
Are Where Depression Exists ...
And Affects How They Think ...
It’s A VERY DEEP THING ...
That Does MORE Than STING ... !!!
When Thoughts...
HEAVY Weighs The Toll ...
On ... Broken Souls ... !!!
And There Are MORE of Those ...
Than Most People Know ... !!!
Or ... Choose To Believe ...
Because People Like These ...
... DON'T Always Show ...
How Their Issues Control ...
How It Is That They Roll ... !!!
And How The Thoughts That They Hold ...
Are Where Depression Exists ...
And Affects How They Think ...
It’s A VERY DEEP THING ...
That Does MORE Than STING ... !!!
When Thoughts...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#PTSD
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0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st May 2021 8:28pm
21st May 2021 8:28pm
Memories That Persist (True Life)
Further discussion must have taken place, for the headmaster decided to send me to a Special School for the Educationally Subnormal, Ten Acres, in Newton Heath. Educationally Subnormal, strong words. I think they even tried to hit me with Learning Difficulties.
Of course, labels like these have the potential to spell out all sorts of problems - for example, the distinct possibility of a lifetime of struggle, in particular of low attainment in schooling and of little to look forward to in terms of employment, along with the possibility of an child-turned adult not coping...
Of course, labels like these have the potential to spell out all sorts of problems - for example, the distinct possibility of a lifetime of struggle, in particular of low attainment in schooling and of little to look forward to in terms of employment, along with the possibility of an child-turned adult not coping...
#music
#memories
#LifeGoals #PTSD
#LifeGoals #PTSD
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9 Comments
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