I play dead.. it stops the hurting...

Darling stop confusing me....with your wishful thinking... hopeful enbraces.... don't you understand.... I have to go through this.... I belong to here 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 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....