Wanting to Die

I lay in my lonely bed wanting to die.
Staring at the ceiling and beginning to cry.

No one wants to pay attention, I feel the aloneness seep in.
A lone warm tear trickles down my chin.

I feel the depression taking over me
Washing me in sadness, becoming blind, I can't see.

People laugh when I warn them, I guess they refuse to see
What could really happen, to little old me.

They pretend not to notice that I am going slightly mad.
They don't want to, they refuse to be sad.

But all they're doing is killing me slowly
I lie in bed knowingly

I will say this again it is no lie,
I want to die