I dont know if I'll ever be content.  If I'll ever be happy.  There is a keyhole in my heart.  I know where the key is.  I just wish that it might get used.  I'm standing outside the locked door, knocking, hoping you'll answer.  Tell me that my feelings are okay.  Tell me what to do.  Instead I stand here with empty eyes and no answers.  The life drained from my fingertips, sinking towards the ground.  Just tell me that I'm okay.