What Does It Means The Pinky Finger In England

I'm in the dark of my room, poured out sad tears, my eyes harden and my pillow is wet. No one can understand the pain that surrounds me, nobody can understand what happened. Small lights show any happiness but are turned off because of looks and words absurd. My heart does not exist, but little pieces that make me hurt. My joy is dead and is being dragged me to a place where no one can rescue. When I open my eyes I see darkness, but afraid if I leave them closed not have the strength to try again smile. Only one person can share the same pain and I understand it, but do not want to talk about this and it hurts me more. My tears drown me face