Does it hurt me to say that I hate who I am
if nobody listens cause nobody can?
If the pain doesn't hurt is it any less real
than when someone explains or describes how they feel?
When I know that I'm dead and my mind's fast asleep
does it mean that I'm dreaming of secrets I keep
or maybe of keys which don't open doors
where whispers keep begging and asking for more.
Author notes
Just something that hit me... it's not finished - but I doubt it ever will be.
