I left because I was tired of putting in all the effort.
I left because I was suffocating
Suffocating to an extent that you couldn't even notice.
I tried to keep it all together because I still cared. ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.