Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD published by members recently online.
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
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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
69 reads
3 Comments
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
69 reads
3 Comments
He'll Do the Things He Must
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#PTSD
498 reads
4 Comments
He'll Do the Things He Must
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#PTSD
498 reads
4 Comments
He'll Do the Things He Must
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#PTSD
498 reads
4 Comments
He'll Do the Things He Must
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#PTSD
498 reads
4 Comments
He'll Do the Things He Must
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#soldiers
#sex
#war
#PTSD
498 reads
4 Comments
EUPHORIA; Euphoric Me!
Me;
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
#addiction
#PTSD
430 reads
2 Comments
EUPHORIA; Euphoric Me!
Me;
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..
Is that alright with you Darling?
My Therapist;
Go to sleep!
Me;
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..
...
#addiction
#PTSD
430 reads
2 Comments
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
74 reads
5 Comments
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
74 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online