That girl was me

Looking at that girl
crying so silently
seeing her sorrowful eyes
starring accusingly back at me.

crying out for help
craving for her knife
hoping to take away the pain,
to take away her life.

no one ever noticed her
no one would ever care
no one even noticed
when she was no longer there.

she was sad all her life
she never had a friend
even if u saw her broken smile
you could easily tell it was pretend.

no one would say hi to her
she was always alone
even when she passed away
no one would visit her stone.

how do i know all this?
it's quite obvious you see
because that sad little girl
was me.