Just so you know

Fingertips are holding on to the words I left unspoken. This girl doesn't know whatelse to do other than sulk and feel all depressed. A bloated stomach and the emptiness of it all, makes her feel like there's no one out there that could possibly help her right now. Maybe she won't talk tomorrow. As everything left inside was left on her fingertips. The confused and puzzled up lies she told herself. The feel of the warmth against the chill behind her hair. The old crap she used to believe and tell herself. Whenever you tell yourself that everything's gonna be ok,does it help? Whenever you wake up every morning to start a new day, does it feel right that you don't have the same person to talk to. How come everything now doesn't matter? Let me face the fear of closing my eyes at night and let myself dream whatever there is left to dream. So when she cries without tears, you know you don't have anything left to say to her but the question "are you ok?" and "what's wrong?" that's when she answers.. "i'm fine." But everyone knows she's not if she cries without tears. Hug? Hug.