Windows Don't Go Unnoticed

I'm sitting at the window of a 23 story hotel.
It's 2 a.m. and I finally recovered a way to keep my mind off of you.
I scan the building across from mine and notice that about 16 windows are actually open. 
All the others are barriers.
I'm creating worlds, life's, and personalities for those people behind the barriers. 
I feel sorry for them because they're not enjoying the city lights. 
The night time helps escape words, feelings, and thoughts and aren't allowed during the day time.
Maybe it's just too much for anyone to handle.
The deep conversations for child in so deep.
The countless cigarette filters on a window sill from a women who grinds her teeth.
The muffled moans from a girl who hates her dad.
The blank stares from a boy who thinks he's sad.
The chilling cry of a baby at night.
The woken mother who's there to make it alright.
The man in his car when he doesn't know where to go.
The girl in a red dress waiting for a boy out in the cold.
The religious child who can't sleep.
The atheist drunk who cant stand his shrink.
The insomniac who's lying on the floor.
The woman who's arms are scarred and wants some more.
The kid on the street trying to get his head.
The struggling artist on the verge of wanting to be dead.
I'm here, looking in. 
I'm here, looking out.
I'm here, with perspectives.
With the rim of the bottle at my mouth. 
 

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