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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Looking a little shaky there ?
What makes you think that
Is it the way the tumbler of whiskey is held
Soft rhythmic clinking of ice
Perhaps the passing sirens
Accompanying a scarcely visible trembling knee
Dead give away then when a deafening thudding
From a passing backfired car
Sends chills and sweat even for a sec
The lights warm spark provides brief comfort
Another coffin nail
Adorns the overflowing offering bowl
Is it the way the tumbler of whiskey is held
Soft rhythmic clinking of ice
Perhaps the passing sirens
Accompanying a scarcely visible trembling knee
Dead give away then when a deafening thudding
From a passing backfired car
Sends chills and sweat even for a sec
The lights warm spark provides brief comfort
Another coffin nail
Adorns the overflowing offering bowl
#PTSD
#suffering
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PSI
So in doing some research I come to realize I have PSI
Passive Suicidal Ideation
Basically, that means I want to die
But
I do not want to be the cause
I am unwilling to carry out the act myself
I hope for bad things to hsppen to me
Like a fatal car accident
A random shooting
An uncurable disease that will result in my death
A heart attack
Being struck by lightning
Anything that will result in my death
That I can feel no guilt about
...
Passive Suicidal Ideation
Basically, that means I want to die
But
I do not want to be the cause
I am unwilling to carry out the act myself
I hope for bad things to hsppen to me
Like a fatal car accident
A random shooting
An uncurable disease that will result in my death
A heart attack
Being struck by lightning
Anything that will result in my death
That I can feel no guilt about
...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#suicide
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Make you Go (don't panic)
What could be said for people these days, we say what we say and we do anways
I don’t think it’s a crime, no
How it comes down to being alright
punch holes through the day stumble through the night
The air you breathe can make you go blind
Here it’s coming back again for all it’s worth, the shift moves in
Walls start bending, losing names, the bottom falls, the open veins
Past or present? Future? Now no way to tell, no best way out
The air you breath can make you go blind
What can be done to make feeling okay worth not what we are or...
I don’t think it’s a crime, no
How it comes down to being alright
punch holes through the day stumble through the night
The air you breathe can make you go blind
Here it’s coming back again for all it’s worth, the shift moves in
Walls start bending, losing names, the bottom falls, the open veins
Past or present? Future? Now no way to tell, no best way out
The air you breath can make you go blind
What can be done to make feeling okay worth not what we are or...
#anxiety
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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double shot of WTF...
I hear it alot
mainly from people who don't really know me
you're so quiet
yeah right...
...If they only knew
it's never quiet in my ADHD mind
& sometimes my thoughts go so fast
they outpace my ability to edit
as I'm struggling with the words
making chaos out of order...no...wait...reverse that...
...see what I mean
before I can lock the thought down...
I realize I've already said it
...oops...
if I open my mouth...
& nothing comes out...
I'm straining to capture the...
mainly from people who don't really know me
you're so quiet
yeah right...
...If they only knew
it's never quiet in my ADHD mind
& sometimes my thoughts go so fast
they outpace my ability to edit
as I'm struggling with the words
making chaos out of order...no...wait...reverse that...
...see what I mean
before I can lock the thought down...
I realize I've already said it
...oops...
if I open my mouth...
& nothing comes out...
I'm straining to capture the...
#ADHD
#anxiety
#confessional
#PTSD
#vulnerability
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Hair on the back of my neck
Bite for my lips to peel
Bruises mostly teal
Reactions unable to heal
Periphreal vision clear
It's not true just because I feel
Can't trust what I hear
Always sure someone's near
Lay on the bed nerves on third gear
Never too long without watching rear
Free of terror but live in sheer
Trust my gut even when it's not real
Bruises mostly teal
Reactions unable to heal
Periphreal vision clear
It's not true just because I feel
Can't trust what I hear
Always sure someone's near
Lay on the bed nerves on third gear
Never too long without watching rear
Free of terror but live in sheer
Trust my gut even when it's not real
#escape
#fear
#nightmares
#PTSD
#revenge
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#11
In the dark of the midnight mood swings
I think strange thoughts I think deep things
Lost in repeating memories I wont let myself erase, perceive the past made up of sins and mistakes.
No.
Lies take me nowhere.
Lies say it's not fair.
Pain makes for good fear.
Sin tells that Gods not there.
Does it?
Yes.
Trust it?
Mm
Don't judge me, I'm just talking straight things,
Just staying real clean,
Still have my issues try to keep clear of the fake scene.
When I go to sleep I feel like my life is weak like I cannot believe...
I think strange thoughts I think deep things
Lost in repeating memories I wont let myself erase, perceive the past made up of sins and mistakes.
No.
Lies take me nowhere.
Lies say it's not fair.
Pain makes for good fear.
Sin tells that Gods not there.
Does it?
Yes.
Trust it?
Mm
Don't judge me, I'm just talking straight things,
Just staying real clean,
Still have my issues try to keep clear of the fake scene.
When I go to sleep I feel like my life is weak like I cannot believe...
#PTSD
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#10
Blink.
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
Sometimes it feels like that is all I can do.
At sometime I lost control and so I'll just drown it out.
Blink.
The light coming from my window falls sweetly on my pillow.
Hard to move on when nothing is wrong.
glance over next to me, asleep and content dreaming of where we have been.
Get out of bed, take a few steps see no regrets coming out of this one.
Dark. Its hot and its wet got the steam and the scent so now I am finally clean.
White, had my eyes closed for to long, think reality's gone, nope, just my morning coffee.
How...
#depression
#PTSD
#SelfHarm
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First Memory: 4th Grade
I’m tired
I don’t think I slept at all last night
I kept thinking of her
My inner child
I’m working on healing her
My therapist told me
To imagine her
And me
In the same room
I hugged her so tight
We both couldn’t stop crying
Healing is going through the motions
So that’s what I’m going to do
We are in this together
I don’t think I slept at all last night
I kept thinking of her
My inner child
I’m working on healing her
My therapist told me
To imagine her
And me
In the same room
I hugged her so tight
We both couldn’t stop crying
Healing is going through the motions
So that’s what I’m going to do
We are in this together
#healing
#memories
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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Venting with a tired growl
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#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Memories
You told me you forgot,
How does that feel?
I remember everything,
From the tears in your eyes,
To how you looked with blood on your sleeves.
I’m happy you can forget,
How does one forget?
I remember you screaming,
Can you still hear it?
Can you still make that noise?
I sit awake at night,
While you grasp onto remnants of nightmares.
I suffer like you,
But I suffer with my eyes open.
What else...
How does that feel?
I remember everything,
From the tears in your eyes,
To how you looked with blood on your sleeves.
I’m happy you can forget,
How does one forget?
I remember you screaming,
Can you still hear it?
Can you still make that noise?
I sit awake at night,
While you grasp onto remnants of nightmares.
I suffer like you,
But I suffer with my eyes open.
What else...
#PTSD
#suffering
#violence
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memories bleed to nightmares and back again
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#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#nightmares
#PTSD
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A Sliver Of My Trauma
I still remember your face
and how quick it turned from confused
to broken
I remember
the shirt I was wearing
it was neon pink
and I had my sisters scissors in my hand
I was terrified
I didn't even do any damage
I didn't want to do it
but I was decaying
and your face
and your heart
they looked so broken
you were sobbing while you held me
and I was just staring at the wall
thinking
"please let me go mom"
"please let me go"
...
and how quick it turned from confused
to broken
I remember
the shirt I was wearing
it was neon pink
and I had my sisters scissors in my hand
I was terrified
I didn't even do any damage
I didn't want to do it
but I was decaying
and your face
and your heart
they looked so broken
you were sobbing while you held me
and I was just staring at the wall
thinking
"please let me go mom"
"please let me go"
...
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
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