Flashbacks

Today, I tried to comfort my 13 year-old self,
But there was nobody there, nobody listening.
It's so cold over there,
So lifeless and sad. 
And come to think of it,
I'd rather be mad.
She cries in the middle of the night, hoping one day things would be different.
Then wonders "what if" and suddenly she's indifferent. 
And there's nobody there, nobody listening.
I try to make this life as vibrant as can be
For her to finally see
That this is as good as it's gonna get
And that there's nothing she should regret.
But still she storms off in the middle of the night,
Screaming:
"Is anybody there, anybody listening?"

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