You don't know

You don't know what it's like to feel like you're nothing at all, doing nothing but waiting, not to live, not to eat, not to smile anymore. But you know how to smile.
You don't know what it's like to be scared of silence; going mad for a call, for a drink, for a hand. Hands shouldn't make people mad. You don't know what it's like.
You don't know what it's like to see you everywhere in every cup of coffee, and every song and every street.
You don't know what it's like not being able to fix you.
You don't know what it's like to think you're fly away soon.