I've seen you somewhere before, 

but I can't recognise,

the girl that's standing behind the mirror

the girl that's on fire. 

blazing in her own misery, 

her own pain. 

waiting and hoping, reaching out for a hand 

that will never come. 

not for her. 

In the end, she'll find, 

that there's no one left to save you. 

in the end, there's only you. 

to drag yourself out of this mess. 

those you trusted, may not be there. 

You may be terrified of being wrong, 

drive yourself insane with thoughts of fear,

nights spent pandering around, drowning in yourself, 

in the thoughts that ring ever so constantly. 

thought that rarely ever quieten, 

eyebags piling beneath your eyes. 

Time spent hoping for an answer, for a response. 

hoping that someone, anyone, will listen. 

Will hear, and answer. 

only to find a resounding silence. 

to find that they likely don't care. 

only reply when you ask something, 

maybe not even then. 

the girl who spent so much time in silence, in noise. 

trying to find her seat. 

only to find none at all. 

in the end, she's still learning. 

she's still leaving. 

her words and voice will be her last goodbye

before she plunges back into silence.