Look At Me Now

I can't get rid of this cloud of depression

Knowing me, hating me, haunting me

When I'm finaly dead maybe then they'll care

And maybe they'd finally be able to see

That I was not just another girl

I grew up to quickly, I'm not just another child

No one seemed to  care of my feelings

No one cared for my life

Just look at me now

There was little they knew

Are you happy now?

They're wishes came true

Now I'm gone

End of story

Now I'm just another statistic

 

Author's Note

I wrote this very quickly in an attempt to let out my feelings, let me know what you think please :)