when we look around to find ourselves surrounded by the void
we often like to plunge our minds into fantasies to delude our hearts into believing we are loved
but in reality our fists pound against windows trying to attract whoever lurks inside
and soon the sorrow dulls the crack of your hand as you smash it into the glass 
every sip of wine or drag of smoke or 50 storey drop 
is just another beg to lure the attention of the one who ignores us most
because the only way to feel their stare is to throw your body into the fire
but even then the burn of their eyes is never a guarantee
so our pain is in vain as our cries quiet to a silent, violent plea

abby