She knows it's hard,
To get out of bed.
To have those thoughts,
In her head.
Struggling to put a smile,
On her face.
To keep repeating "I'm fine",
From day to day.
She's quiet enough,
To not make people worry.
She knows she's not okay,
Why be in a hurry?
Keeping it hidden,
Is very hard to do.
It's making her fall apart,
She's wanting out,
Wanting through.
To be in that situation,
Makes it impossible not to hurt.
And everything she gets,
Is what she deserves.
Every moment of her life,
Is the biggest mistake.
To have all this pain,
To realize her happiness is fake.
I want to help her,
To see more clearer.
But I can't,
Because I'm the girl,
Looking in the mirror.