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
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
164 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
108 reads
9 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
49 reads
3 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
173 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
200 reads
13 Comments
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 11:22pm
7th Jul 2024 11:22pm
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
119 reads
3 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 8:12pm
14th Jun 2024 8:12pm
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
212 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 3:29am
9th Jun 2024 3:29am
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
180 reads
0 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
20th May 2024 9:37pm
20th May 2024 9:37pm
The Truth Is…
I’m exhausted
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
Because I cried myself to sleep last night
And although I don’t talk about it
I think about suicide almost every day
I wonder if I’ll ever be happy
I am torn and conflicted
I still love a woman I met a decade ago
But she’ll probably never know
I look at a photo of her and I every day
And it’s probably silly of me
But I’m only human
I keep picking myself up
Forcing myself awake and out of bed every day
Just to repeat the same motions of monotony
And...
#confessional
#memories
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
519 reads
13 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th May 2024 11:26pm
9th May 2024 11:26pm
all about perspective...
let's talk about cowardice...shall we
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
I search all the time for answers
spend countless hours in self-reflection
it's true...I make changes
but when it comes down to it...
I struggle just to show up
frequently I...can't
my bed has a permanent indentation
in the fetal position
what kind of life is that...
living my existence like it's a cameo appearance
...barely visible
...unmemorable
walk off the scene...& poof
...forgotten
I was so afraid of rocking boats
I didn't even...
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#vulnerability
188 reads
3 Comments
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