Ptsd Or Battle Shock

The problem of having PTSD is no one can see your injury You may be vacant and just stare Others think you just don't care The demons are their day and night Wanting you to flee or fight Nowhere to run too you must stand Fight your fears hand to hand You just can't sleep the dreams hurt your brain You bang your head thinking your insane You know you need help from others around They don't understand they weren't on the ground Anxious and scared is another issue But please don't grab a paper tissue It is not pity that we seek It is help as life appears so bleak Family and friends try there best But to them your a total mess You hit the drink and maybe the drugs Pick at your skin get rid of the bugs Governments sent you to faraway lands Now it appears the have washed there hands I don't know if this is strictly true But I do know they needed you Some may say we were just a number But it's not our fault were in this slumber The places we went the things we saw Another type cast "casualty of war" So if you know of someone like this Be supportive ptsd is hard to miss They will say that they are ok But say no and go out of your way It will be appreciated trust me you'll see They will turn it around and agree You pulled them out of that dark place And to heavens door it will be last place