• The music blares, People dance,
    But she's caught up in her own world.
    She stands still.

    Cars whiz by, honking horns, headlights and spinning tires.
    She sees nothing, hears nothing.
    She's caught up in her own world.
    Lost to everyone out here.

    Pain. Disappointment. Anger. And grief
    hit her from every angle,
    yet everything just reflects off of her.
    She feels nothing.
    She has retreated into her own world.
    Lost.

    Love. Passion. Desire. Affection. Friendship.
    Laughter. Hope.
    Her anti-drug. They pull her back up, bring her back to life,
    they allow her to breathe, be herself, and she is found again.
    Not to be lost again.