Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
#PTSD
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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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
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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
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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
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
Dishes Lying Witness in the Sink
the day you ruined me
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
#abuse
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
Dishes Lying Witness in the Sink
the day you ruined me
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
#abuse
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
Dishes Lying Witness in the Sink
the day you ruined me
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
#abuse
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
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13 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 8:13pm
15th Jan 2022 8:13pm
Trigger Unhappy
Trigger Unhappy
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
Out of the blue,
Something
Happens
To you,
And
You're
Triggered
Right into
Despair.
I want
To give
Comfort
And make
You feel
Fine,
But
Nothing
Is taking
You there.
I've given
My options
The best
That
I could,
Yet
None
Of my talents
Set free
The focus
This trigger
Provides
For
Your anger
To wallow
Is sad
Company.
A note,
If I may, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#PTSD
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