She sits lonely in the dead of the night,
Big tears making way down her face.
Not a single soul understands her troubles,
Not even her own make an attempt.
She cries away till the tears run out,
The pain somehow gives her comfort.
Grief is a territory known to her,
Its familiarity reminds her that she is alive.
She often wonders what it would feel like to run away,
But even the thought leaves her alone in a while.
No one knows how to receive her love,
She is That key to the lock that doesn't fit.