Her tiny hands are shaking, covered in her own blood.
She couldn't see anyone or anything, she was lost in her own miserable little world.
Her vision was blurry with an overflowing stream of tears running down her face.
She was broken.
She was exhausted, as she clutched her petite body, trying to protect herself from the danger that she lived in.
She felt herself gradually becoming weak as she attempted to regain her balance.
She was desperate.
She was desperate for hope, for strength, for anything.
But at that moment, as she lay in the pool of her own blood and tears, she knew.
She was lost.
She was weak, and she definitely knew she didn't belong here.
She was blurry in her existence.