Ptsd
Feel like things done changed
Went to a war fought for my country
Came home nothing was the same
Everybody knew I was different
But what happened to them
Pass me by in their car saying what happened to him
Like I'm on crack or something
Every battle I fought did it on my own
Already knew nobody owed me nothing
Diagnosed with PTSD mind want ever be back rite
50mg of respiradal every 2 weeks the only reason I act rite
Now you wanna act like you had my back all along
Where were you when I was in a asylum all alone
I guess that's the price I pay for making it home
When some of my closest battle buddies dead and gone
So I'll stand here at the position of attention
And admit I'm not the same no more
No wait I'm not sain no more
So you can leave your phony concerns at the door
Sitting here wishing for the past knowing things not
The same no more
Copyright © Kenneth Crookshank | Year Posted 2015
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