A Silent Killer

PTSD is a silent killer

Ripping through your night
Raging through your day

It's 1 am sobbing
And 2 am recovery

It's scream-crying into blankets
As minutes turn to hours
And hours into minutes

It's begging for release with raw throats
And checking the date for the fifth time
Next session can come fast enough

It's joking about old trauma one day
And crippling at the slightest reminder the next

It's sideways glances on a crowded sidewalk
And a thousand thoughts over coffee

It's random bruises
And screaming through nightmares

It's a disease
Spread through belt buckles and bullet holes

It's ripping your flesh
to show the hell you feel everyday

It's a shot, or two, or the bottle
Trying to forget all those years ago
But knowing you will always remember

The true monster inside your mind