Non-ptsd

writerkg

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.

  • Author: writerkg (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2017 21:55
  • 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
  • Views: 21
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  • kevin browne

    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.

    • writerkg

      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

      • kevin browne

        yeah, I just noticed. thank you also X x



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