ReachMature

Take a look at her,
She's walking, passing by.
You try to say "hello,"
but she heaves a sigh.
"What's the point?" she's asking you.
You're standing there, not knowing what to do.

She shrugs you off
and slowly backs away.
But then you grab her arm,
and then you say,
"You can tell me anything."
But what you don't know is that
she wants to tell you everything.

It consumes her mind
and leaves her numb.
She can't let go
or leave the past behind.
She's trying so hard to reach you.
You ask her,
"What can I do for you?"

She wipes the tears
off, away from her face.
Her smile cracks
and leaves without a trace.
She's breaking down,
she's less withdrawn.
You ask her, "What's going on?"

She's crying now,
but the words won't come out.
You hold her and ask,
"What's this all about?"
She looks down in shame and lifts up her sleeves
And shows you the only way she can find relief.

It consumes her mind
and leaves her numb.
She can't let go
or leave the past behind.
She's trying so hard to reach you.
You ask her,
"What can I do for you?"

You comfort her
and say, "Life's so unfair."
As she nods and agrees,
you stroke her hair
Your eyes trace the scars she had made.
Some are new, others are starting to fade.

You gulp as she
Cries and whispers
"Why am I like this?"
With emotional gestures
she tells you how she really feels
and you understand how shee really feels.

She's afraid
that she'll stay the same,
But at the same time
She's scared that it'll be worse if she changes.
You don't want to let her go through it alone
Because she said,
"I'm always facing things on my own."

It consumes her mind
And leaves her numb.
She can't let go
or leave the past behind.
She's trying so hard to reach you.
You tell her,
"I'll go through every step with you."

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