She likes her coffee
Sweeter than hot chocolate
She likes her men rough
But in the end they're the ones on their knees
She likes her women smart
So they walk away first

She has so many numbers on her phone
But she hardly ever calls
She hates being alone
But she feels so alone in a crowd

3am, she's on her feet
Fist clenched eyes closed
She wonders if she should jump

Depression,
her name is