Just most of the people not all the world

Times like these
Always get to me
I can't figure which way is up
Nor find the ground beneath my feet

A lonely girl
Travelled this way
In hopes of regaining
Her lost memories

She hasn't a frame on her mantle piece
That contains a picture of her family
Since the crash she has not spoken
She just seems so broken

No one can understand the pain
Maybe not till it happens to you
She is silent she is still
But she cares to feel

A hug or someone to hold hands
Maybe all she needs to realize
The worlds not all bad
Just most of the people