She stared and what did she see

she saw a survivor

but everyone else just saw a girl

she, someone that had gone through pain

someone that had neared the point of no return 

someone who cried herself to sleep

and yet she was still there

how many times had she held than knife to her wrist

how many times had she stared down her pills

how many times had she dreamed of sitting on railroad tracks

how many times had she felt a bullet escape the trigger from her own hand

and yet she was still there

In the mirror was this girl that didnt know she was beautiful 

a girl that couldn't accept her flaws

a girl that had never felt an embrace that gave her butterflies

a girl that still had scars she would soon be unable to hide

a girl that wasnt good enough to be who she was

and yet she was still there

how much longer can she hold on

how much longer will she have to ignore her own feelings of hurt, fear, despair

how much longer will she have to keep a fake smile on her face

how much longer will she have to pretend to fit in 

will you notice

when she's gone

when she's no longer just there

no..

bye.