I feel so sad nowadays,

I can't even cry.

So I sit in my bed,

And wish I would die.

And I think to myself,

'Would they care if I left?'

Then a voice reminds me,

'People get over death.'

So I grab my blade,

And a bottle of pills;

Slice my wrists while the meds fill me with chills.

"Goodbye, World," I whisper aloud.

But nobody notices the depressed girl in a crowd.