This ptsd consumes me,
With the things I see,
The Flashbacks and bad dreams,
The things that makes my tears stream.
Re-living horror that is my own,
You make me feel so alone,
When you kick in I turn to skin a bone. Nothingness. And people say I'm the one with luckiness.
I help them all with love, light and kindness but all that seems to come from it is heartache and their blindness.
They do not see , not like me,
Not like in my dreams.
They see me, but not like me
They see the non-ptsd.
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Author:
writerkg (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I have written that is very close to my heart as a ptsd sufferer. Love & light.
- Category: Sad
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tears to my eyes because I too am also a ptsd sufferer. my father was very abusive and violent towrds my mother, 2 sisters and my 3 brothers. we all suffer a consequence for my fathers actions. I feel for you brother and you certainly captured yourself really well. thank you for being brave and sharing with us. a well deserved welcome is needed for you.
Thankyou Kevin! It really is a horrible thing to live with and experience whatever the situation may be, I\'m so sorry to hear your experience and I wish you well thankyou again 🙂 I am female btw 🙂 x
yeah, I just noticed. thank you also X x
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