This girl, she thinks ugly is a swear word
But she uses it every day in the mirror.
"Why can't I stop, why must I bleed?",
She screams at herself
She's only this loud when she's all alone.

This girl, she wants to be okay.
She just can't see why she feels so naive
"Can everyone be happy so I can just sleep?",
She whispers to herself
Her voice is always quiet even when she's all by herself.

This girl, she met a friend
Or maybe there were a few.
"Can you please stay here with me?",
She wishes she had the courage to say
To someone other than her reflection.

This girl, she needs something else
To numb the nothingness with which she thought she was done.
"I love you, please don't think I'm strange",
She finally said outside of her head, her voice has grown
From a withered whisper to this barely shaking scream.

This girl, she's more than a few days clean
Still weak, but learning from the bad, good, and in between.
"You're beautiful and worth so much",
She promises to her best friend
She still can't quite get the words across to herself.