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.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:48pm
Yesterday 6:48pm
I f**k STRANGERS!
#dirty
#memories
#PTSD #sex
#PTSD #sex
26 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:52pm
Yesterday 3:52pm
Down The Rabbit Hole Of My Trauma And Nightmares (Chapter 2)
#PTSD
#suffering
10 reads
0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped Yesterday 2:11am
14th Dec 2024 11:45pm
14th Dec 2024 11:45pm
Again
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
63 reads
2 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
23 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
168 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
110 reads
9 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
58 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
17th Dec 2024 10:16am
Untitled for some reason
sometimes I would walk to the kitchen, coffee mug in hand
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
forget why it was I had found myself in the kitchen
perhaps it was the howling winds loud knocking on the door?
regarding clothes, treat yourself never comes to mind
the rags I wear, stay on me for days
or... till they fall apart in the end
sometimes I might run a scalding bath, fall asleep till the water is icey
often times I will fill the water back up, nice and hot
drifting off just above the water line flirting with buoyancy
#healing
#PTSD
57 reads
5 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
45 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
15th Dec 2024 8:54am
Today
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
#memories
#PTSD
39 reads
1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:45am
15th Dec 2024 00:45am
Sex is many things.
#hurt
#PTSD
#sex
71 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
14th Dec 2024 6:06am
Sleepless Lunatic
burnt offerings sacrificed to the full moon
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
a childhood memory evoked
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
a tremendous scent to be sure
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war two
causes me to light up another burnt offering
even as the last smoulders and dies
#memories
#PTSD
#TimeHeals
68 reads
2 Comments
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