Sinking.

Imagine.

Everyone is in quicksand.

Slowly sinking in.

Some people help others, 

to ensure that they don't get swallowed up.

To at least ensure that they are gonna be all right for a period of time.

they know that every single person is slowly sinking,

and that they need to be pulled up. 

Some people watch others,

they watch other people helplessly sink into the quicksand,

and they do not lift a finger to help, 

because they are busy worrying about how they are sinking, too. 

She helped, and helped, and helped.

One person after the other,

then back to the first person again.

Little did she notice, she was slowly being submerged into the quicksand.

People around her saw, yet all they could think of was how 

she should be helping them get up.

Quicksand, piling up.

Up to her neck,

Her chin,

Her cupid's bow,

Her nose bridge,

Her eyes,

Her forehead.

By the time she realised how much trouble she's in,

it was too late.

They watched.

She sank.

She's gone.