Eyes Welling Up

Standing in the kitchen
In front of a sink full of dishes
The water is cold and forgotten
My eyes welling up with wishes
I feel so alone tonight
And there's no amount of alcohol
To help me feel right
Because nothing will make me whole
I'm gripping onto the edge of the sink
The only thing helping me stand
I'm so dizzy I can't even think
I'm flying, ready to land
The floor is nice and cold
Where the room is hot and sick
The dishes in the sink begin to mold
The never-ending clock starts to tick
And for a while that's all I hear
Laying upon the floor
I'm wanting to die, wishing you here
But after you leave I'll hurt more
I've no one to talk to
So I cry to this room
But nothing it says is true
To sweep away evil away with a broom
Getting rid of pain
Is harder that washing dishes
Hurt strikes again and again
But, during either, eyes well up with wishes