Poems About PTSD Seeking Friendly Advice
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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
34 reads
0 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
24th Dec 2024 4:41am
Down the Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares
#abuse
#nightmares
#suffering #PTSD
#suffering #PTSD
40 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 6:55pm
21st Dec 2024 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
206 reads
9 Comments
Her
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
21st Dec 2024 6:47pm
“From The Ashes” - My Take
As a Survivor, I can tell you without hesitation there is no such thing as “greater damage” or “worse pain.” If you are a Survivor, your experience, or a series of events, was painful enough to damage you in unimaginable ways. I don’t need to hear what the trauma was, it’s never insignificant if it alters your reality in some measurable fashion. All you need to tell me is“I’m a survivor” and I will know what it means to you. What it means to me. No details required. I’ve also never had another Survivor ask me for the details of my own personal experiences. I don’t waste time comparing notes....
#inspirational
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #TimeHeals
#PTSD #TimeHeals
153 reads
9 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
100 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
Hoping Quietness Produces Greatness
Journal Entry
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#relationships
102 reads
9 Comments
Her
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
A Rolling Stone Gathers Moss and All Kinds of Shit
Journal Entry
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
#confessional
#nonfiction
#PTSD #relationships
#PTSD #relationships
106 reads
8 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
68 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 4:48pm
2nd Nov 2024 4:48pm
My Thought for Today: Hardening a C-PTSD Heart
Learning how to harden my heart is an internal battle I’d rather not wage when I have so many others that need attention, but self preservation in the face of danger, perceived or otherwise, tells me that this cracked exterior of the vessel that holds the way I love may need this type of protecting right now.
Trauma will do that. And it doesn’t have to be the blatant kind of trauma that I’ve lived through and I’m working at overcoming. It’s the little but not so little things that get buried but rear their ugly head along this winding road of healing.
It’s the dismissal...
Trauma will do that. And it doesn’t have to be the blatant kind of trauma that I’ve lived through and I’m working at overcoming. It’s the little but not so little things that get buried but rear their ugly head along this winding road of healing.
It’s the dismissal...
#heartbroken
#PTSD
#sadness
115 reads
16 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
176 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
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