She lives in a world of comfort and warmth. She is handed life on a silver platter. She has never known the world of hunger and she has never been without. She fears herself and causes blips and blathers and nervous tension through her ever shaking hands, knotted and frayed. She takes her future and throws it into flames burnt high across a broken heart. She attempts to destroy any life hope. I don't understand and cannot help her. I watch her evaporate and cannot save her. She has no idea of where she could end up. Unfortunately, I do.