It's almost as if I had some sort of "out-of-body experience" and was writing the entire time. (I know that's not possible, but whatever. That's my explanation for this.)



Tired

Most people don't understand that there are more than one or two types of tired.

There's body tired, tired of working a hard day digging graves, and brain tired, tired from a hard day of recording that month's body count. But then there's also emotional tired, tired of being hit one too may times by your abusive boyfriend, and soul tired.

Soul-tired is the people you read about in the backs of medical journals who lie down and die for a reason that the doctors can't quite seem to grasp. Or the ones who slip into unexplainable comas for a months at a time. It's as if their battered hearts finally were able to get their minds to realize that the world has never cared what happens to them.
When you read about it, it always sounds so sudden. It sounds, to you, as if someone could be struck down at any moment. And it's true. YOU could be struck down at any moment.



I've finally realized why so long ago you inprisoned me with chains.

I was unexplicably tired and about to give up,

But because of you I've faught much longer.

I thought it was to get revenge,

But it was because I never truly wished to die.

At least not as patheticly as slowly slipping into a coma,

Just to rid myself of all life's problems.

I am still as tired as I was before,

But, with my pride intact, I will break free from these chains,

And lay down, only to wake to a brand new day.

That was a good random mess of words. I got what you were saying in the paragraphs before it. They helped make the words make sense.