Her cup runneth over

Holes in her heart
sprinkling a leak
Her heart cannot heal 
she is so weak
Weak from worry
weak from woe
Poor soul is lost
with nowhere to go
She silently screams
tho nobody can hear
lost amidst her solitary fear
So worn out
from years of trying
left hopelessly,
helplessly 
hurting and crying

Her cup runneth over
but not with love
as she yearns for guidance
from up above
Her tears drip drop
like showers of rain
there is no comfort
from her pain
Unhappy and heartbroken
she sits locked in her room
Those familiar four walls
of grieving gloom
She needs to get out 
She should run away
yet time ticks so slowly
betwixt her dismay