She is alone.
Her life now is sorrounded by tears that were never dropped.
Her soul now is overthrown with fears and danger is now all over her eyes.
She's really scared of how her life has changed. One day to another, it is the same routine, gets up in the morning with nothing worth to wake up for, goes through the day as a sad invisible and ends her night with a silent cry. A night she sits in her bed, realizing that its been quite a while since she has once smiled. She doesn't want to die, yet she thinks she's already dead. A part of her remains unconsious, and the other part remains the same.