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.