Does it hurt?

Does it hurt, to be you?
Does your mind scream, sometimes on que? Only to keep your red silence.
Or do you only realise your fate when you bleed from a light fall.
Do you walk tall while pushing down the pain over and over again.
Is your best life patterned out to perfection while your soul is in tatters.
Have you brought it out of the dark.
Or does it stagnate in your tower of hidden tears.
Where have you laid down this night, pledging your eternity to.
Will you will yourself only in a few days that you know deep down will never face the sunrise.