She sits on the bed as the world passes by
time flies on, but she sits still
alone on this bed

people float in and out
none seem to stay
numb isolation

blankly staring, people blurring
world still turning
no one's there
more than she can bear

same old story, bleak and boring
she can't hold them near.
for fear of what they will hear

pride and anger etch this picture
she keeps herself on the bed
nothing more to be said.