She spoke as if directly,
To the abyss,
Where every lost lover who ever lived wanders still.
Whispering away secrets she swore she'd never tell.

I need someone to understand,
(her mind said to her brain)
That the sun's not always bright enough,
And i'm not happy by myself (or with you).
The wind's not the only creature who howls.

And she's been wasting her time on hoping lately.
So much to do,
But can't find the time to get any of it done.
Her appointment books been taken over by "wallow in self pity" time-slots.

She keeps hoping that someone might notice.
He's so **** oblivious and clearly nothing that she wants.
But, I guess, she shrugs, he's there.

She was surprised to see how many tears could fit into her face,
Trapped there by weakening embraces.
She wonders how long it'd take to drown.

She's not one for functioning well in normal society,
Rather hide away in bed,
Smoking a cigarette as she sips on tea,
Too hot to drink,
But she doesn't mind the burn.

And as she sits she carves away the time.
She downed the whole bottle.
He still didn't show.