Nobody loves me....it's true...

...stop confusing me
with your wishfull thinking
hopeful embraces
don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to where no-one cares
and no-one loves
No light,no air to live in
A place called hate
the city of fear.
I play dead
it stops the hurting
I play dead
and the hurting stops.
It's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures,
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
caress every ache.
I play dead
it stops the hurting.
B.