Pass by and say nothing

Sweated for the exhaustive search, broken because by that moment she was not only looking for her debit card, but also trying to hold all the things that felt like collapsing over her at any second now, crushed by the imminent lost, she lay down on the floor, drove her hands into her face and let herself fall in the now too familiar feeling of hopelessness, a sort of void that was too scary to look, too deep to get into. When she was symptomatic depressed, there was absolutely nothing to wish,  nowhere to go, or no one to talk to that could make sense out of her mind, she became pure irrational random madness that felt like capable of dragging down the universe with it.