alienated

she feels alone, standing in the midst of a crowd, she still feels alone... nothing seems to fit, she doesn't seem to fit.. though she's in the midst of troubles, there seems to be no helping hand... there were only floating words, words around, words that are meaningless. there was no movement, for no one told her to move. there was no questions as everyone had everything else on their mind; shes slowly dying inside, sinking in a quick sand of sorrow and there are no veins, no helping hand no shoulder to lean on, no one to hug. everywhere she turned there was no where to run, no where to hide from her loneliness. theres only the chill wind now. which she will learn to be accustom to have we become so cold? have we become so heartless? where do we fit? are we meant to fit? how can we be so blind? she tires as the weight on her shoulders seems heavier and soon she will lay herself to sleep.. a bed of eternal rest where there will be no more but peace.