Lullaby

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My fingers are freezing,
but when I press them to my hot cheeks,
I can't feel anything.
I think it's because I feel too much.

I'm about to cry,
and I will, as soon as no one can see me.
But everyone takes a glance, and assumes I'm mad.
It's not that hard to see, though.
All you have to do is look.

And even if they did know,
it wouldn't matter.
Because they wouldn't care.
They wouldn't wipe away your tears
or hold you and tell you everything will be alright.

There's no one left to say things like that any more.
Probably because it isn't true.
It always ends up that when you need someone the most,
there's never anybody to turn to.

You turn, expecting it,
and instead fall harder.
And there's nothing you can do but
bleed after you've already taken the hurt.