She can't help but think about
What bad could happen
10 months from now
Or 5 years from now
About what bad happened
5 hours ago, or
A couple of years ago
She thinks about it all the time
Horrible things
"Not that bad" things
Her mind is a mess,
A wreck, a hurricane
But you can't see it

Our flowers, rotten
Our memories, forgotten
Held together by string
I hope it breaks

I'm fine doesn't mean what it means
It masks the truth and hides your fears
I'm fine is pain and suffering
These words are a lock and emotion is the key

Sometimes you are just fine
Or maybe you just think you're fine
Maybe it's starting to get to you
Maybe you've just forgotten what it means to feel
Or maybe you're just too numb to feel at all

A sky without rain is like
Someone without emotion
Always dry, never one tear
Never one hint of emotion
Lifeless, staring