Where?

She's screaming out goodnight,
not planning on waking up.
And every night she's lying,
because life's not close to being enough.

But beneath those covers,
lies fester in the ripped out wounds.
She carries them so safe within her,
she wouldn't show them if she could.

She's crying out and you're not listening.
She is dying now; away from her you're falling.

In the morning when she's made it,
she rises to hate the dawn.
Every boring detail of her life,
stretches on and on.

The mirrors all were taken down,
a year and three days ago.
Stares into the water to face the ugly girl,
the one who won't let her go.

Lives a thousand and one days this way,
dancing with gravity as her love.
Every dawn's another day where
the end is what she's dreaming of.

She's drying out, where's her Saviour?
Her pills splay out, will you save her?