My eyes were sore
From what they saw
And so one day
Were sealed away
My ears they hurt
I heard no more
For times were tough
I had enough
My vocal chords
Were sore and strained
They didn't sing
They didn't ring
My body hurt
I closed my mind
I thought it best
A mental rest
I feel no more
My wish was earned
A life of lead
And now I'm dead
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
My eyes were sore
From what they saw
And so one day
Were sealed away
My ears they hurt
I heard no more
For times were tough
I had enough
My vocal chords
Were sore and strained
They didn't sing
They didn't ring
My body hurt
I closed my mind
I thought it best
A mental rest
I feel no more
My wish was earned
A life of lead
And now I'm dead
It turns out that enough stress can make a person emotionally shut down to the point where it's hard to feel anything. This is something I've been struggling with for about a year and a half now. Thankfully I think I'm finally working my way out of it. This was written near the start of it, when spring had finally arrived. That was a bad winter.