I am a Deadman
I am a deadman.My skeleton is coated in titanium armor with rods and nails. Some people find joy in saying they're dead on the inside and even joke about it, but I am a true deadman. Lying in a hospital bed I remember waking. My cold eyes drowned in sleep and agony; hours later I reawake again to see faces I've seen before stare back at me. I toss and turn but the metal restrains me from doing so and so I sleep. Finally, it's the day to walk again, my legs are stiff and unwilling to move. My body realizes something alien is within. It tries to trash it out. Destroy what has no right to be there, but it can't. I am a deadman. My nerves finally come to and are alive again but the pain is real. The pain pierces my back with needles and knives. The pain was too much to bear and so I sleep. It's the last day and the pain is numbed now. It takes hours upon hours but I finally get home. My tired mind and feet wish to rest. My aching back calls out for answers as to why. Why did they do this? It's simple though, I was messed up. My spine curved and spun until I couldn't bear it, but they treated me. Now the pain is scarce, but a new one is here. Who died to help me? I do not know, but I thank them. This pain reminds me I am a deadman.