Lying in the street,
alone, cold, afraid.

Hoping,
hoping for someone,
someone to save her,
someone to help her,
someone to end her misery.

She doesn't know what to do anymore,
who to turn to.

What do you do,
when you feel completely alone,
completely isolated?
And yet,
completely exposed,
exposed for critisism,
exposed for rejection.

Totally vulnerable,
hanging onto life,
unable to let go,
hoping someone would help you up,
or cut the rope.
The desolate rope of life,
frayed, tearing, falling apart.

Who can she turn to,
what can she do?