She's standing on the edge,
no one is there to catch her.
No one is here to talk her down.
She's just all alone.
She can't be saved.
She can't be helped.
She's standing at a crossroads.
Having no idea where to go.
Her heart stopped beating long ago.
It's just the air in her lungs keeping her going.
She can't take it anymore.
She has one step.
It's all she needs.
She's standing up high,
screaming for help.
No one seems to hear her.
No one will stop and listen.
They all look at her,
but don't see her.
She's all alone.
In a world of despair,
nothing can save her.
Except me.
For I am Her.
And She is Me.