You call it cure, the simple door,
Just press it once and feel no more.
But hearts aren’t wired like machines,
We wrestle still with what it means.

The sting of words, they echo loud,
They chase me even through the crowd.
I try to hide, to walk away,
Yet in my mind those voices stay.

Ignore is hard, though truth it seems,
For noise invades my quiet dreams.
I wish it worked, a magic key,
But battles still keep haunting me.