Walking through faces she is completely alone,
And she dreams of times when she has not a home.
For she is such a mess,
At first glance you know she is depressed.
The marks on her wrists, her eyes sunken in,
She's the type of girl you never see grin.
Herself is what she truly hates,
So in her room she sits and waits.
She uses a knife to try and end her life,
But here she does not triumph, but remains in strife.
Because she feels she is loved by no one,
She tries to make her life undone.
A safety pin will fix her mess,
Life sure is no fun, when you are depressed.
Emotion is what she doth lack,
Smile cruel world, her depression is back.
