The Lonely soul

As the time goes by and the clock slowly moves towards another endless hour, she sits with tear filled eyes wishing for an end to this miserable life.
No one knows
No one cares
No one sees
No one heard
No one asks
No one ever arrives at her doorstep
The most unthinkable act of destruction lies within the solitary confinement of her soul mended with the longing for connection and not anyone too talk to.
She asks only for a little Time
She asks for a way out
She asks for a house to be home
She asks for a solution
She asks for a friend
She asks for a conversation
She asks for an understanding
This all seems to be asking for too much and too many things so needed yet not received.