She sits.
Waits.
Wondering.
Asking herself.
Do these questions have answers?
Can she be saved?
From what?
Is it possible to be alone?
When you're surrounded?
Is it okay to cry?
When you have nothing to cry about?
Is it possible to hurt?
When you're not in pain?
Is it okay to ask for help?
When you know the way by heart?
Is it possible to be in the dark?
At the light of day?
Can she do anything to stop this?
Stop everything?
Anything?
Gone.