Poems About PTSD Seeking Friendly Advice
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:55pm
Yesterday 6:55pm
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
64 reads
6 Comments
Her
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 9:53am
20th Dec 2024 9:53am
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
77 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 8:26am
19th Dec 2024 8:26am
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
103 reads
21 Comments
Her
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:23am
14th Dec 2024 11:23am
Glass Adults
My childhood
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
————————-
We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
————————-
We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
#aging
#childhood
#disability
#PTSD
#sister
106 reads
10 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
10th Dec 2024 3:27am
No More
I can’t breathe
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
“He is going to Colorado State, you know.”
“I told him you were going there.”
I can’t breathe
“Why would you say that to her? You know what happened!”
“Don’t talk to him about her!”
“That is a horrible thing to say, you made her sick!”
I can’t breathe
“I’m sorry”
I can’t breathe
“He isn’t actually going there. Well, I don’t know he said he was accepted or something…”
“I thought it was funny…”
I can’t breathe
“In what world is that funny?”
“You need...
#emotions
#MeToo
#PTSD
36 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:19pm
5th Nov 2024 2:19pm
It used to be…
It used to be
I lived my life like a soliloquy
People standing around patiently
While I spouted on and on
About only what mattered to me
It used to be
I spoke sarcastically
Burying people too hastily
Ten feet under while my mind whirled
With what damage was done to me
It used to be
I couldn’t see a world when I’d be free
Of the demons sitting on my shoulders taunting me
The movies of my past forever playing in my mind on repeat
Damning me to a life of torment and dreams that would remain incomplete
...
I lived my life like a soliloquy
People standing around patiently
While I spouted on and on
About only what mattered to me
It used to be
I spoke sarcastically
Burying people too hastily
Ten feet under while my mind whirled
With what damage was done to me
It used to be
I couldn’t see a world when I’d be free
Of the demons sitting on my shoulders taunting me
The movies of my past forever playing in my mind on repeat
Damning me to a life of torment and dreams that would remain incomplete
...
#gratitude
#hope
#PTSD
133 reads
15 Comments
Her
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 8:53pm
1st Nov 2024 8:53pm
Losing My Colors
My broken soul
Lost its colors
Each sliding
Down my face
One
By
One
My red bloodied
Fingers shakily
Picking up
My tear-stained
Heart
My orange sun
Happiness
Becoming
A distant memory
My yellow sunflower
Dreams no longer
Reaching for
The sky
My emerald eyes
Becoming clouded
With resigned
Tears
No longer
Anyone’s
Blue jean baby
I became ...
Lost its colors
Each sliding
Down my face
One
By
One
My red bloodied
Fingers shakily
Picking up
My tear-stained
Heart
My orange sun
Happiness
Becoming
A distant memory
My yellow sunflower
Dreams no longer
Reaching for
The sky
My emerald eyes
Becoming clouded
With resigned
Tears
No longer
Anyone’s
Blue jean baby
I became ...
#despair
#emptiness
#PTSD
128 reads
16 Comments
Her
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:48am
27th Oct 2024 3:48am
Emotional Flashbacks
No visual or auditory cue
Misplaced
No matter what I do
My safety compromised
The look in your eyes
Compounding shame
Fingers pointing blame
I associate
Deeds and things done
Bottled up inside
I become undone
I can’t explain what it means
What it does to me
It brings me face to face
With everything
All at once
Silently
And suddenly
I’m crying
And you think I’m emotional for no reason
Misplaced
No matter what I do
My safety compromised
The look in your eyes
Compounding shame
Fingers pointing blame
I associate
Deeds and things done
Bottled up inside
I become undone
I can’t explain what it means
What it does to me
It brings me face to face
With everything
All at once
Silently
And suddenly
I’m crying
And you think I’m emotional for no reason
#PTSD
169 reads
12 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
10th Oct 2024 6:40pm
I Must End the Turmoil
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#PTSD
19 reads
5 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 8:08pm
13th Sep 2024 8:08pm
More Nightmares
I don’t know how to get out the words
I just want to curl up
Inside of myself
Please stop looking at me
I just want to curl up
Inside of myself
Please stop looking at me
#anxiety
#PTSD
159 reads
1 Comment
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
2nd Aug 2024 10:54pm
Seeds Planted at Night
The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death
Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay
A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms
How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining
In the swirling duality...
#nightmares
#PTSD
#soldiers #war
#soldiers #war
15 reads
8 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 4:06pm
12th Jul 2024 4:06pm
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
196 reads
13 Comments
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