I'm Ignored

Hey, (I know I need to spell check..and when I get the time I will)..Anyways I know my poem is long but please read it even if it sucks..P.s This poem is about depression..well here it is.

This life...it doesn't seem real..
Take a look!
It's already locked me up and sealed me shut with a big, bold LOST written on my face. But yet no one seems to notice or want to care.

Darkness is all around. It looks at me crookedly, slightly smiling, face to face, and it catches me at my worst.
I'm in immense fear.

Try to feel...try to touch...
Silence is all around.
Plastic smiles and clouded eyes appear.
I'm distorted.

The taste of bitter pain.
Don't fall.
It fate.
It hurts to smile but its hard to frown.
I'm cursed.

It paints me blue in many shades.
Tears are always falling.
Eyes are always sore.
I'm unwanted.

It follows me in steep pathway of hollow love.
I'm lost in split confusion.
I'm forgotten and alone.

Take a smell.
The stench of death appears soiled on my colorless skin. I shiver in disgust of myself. I'm pleading to be someone else.

I start to tremble and fall apart, as each painful words start to invade my mind, constantly bitting at the piece of my heart still beating, that piece that's holding onto a ticking bomb, that's about to explode.
I'm falling and there's no bottom.

I can't seem to think straight, thoughts collide, I can't even remember your name anymore.
I'm worthless and can't be fixed, I'm invisible and want to be found.

I'm being pulled apart. I'm at my worst, my hearts about to burst.
Everythings so blurry. My hopes slowly slip away. Everythings so wrong. All I hear are my own intense screams and lies. All I see are my thoughts and failures.
I'm insane and I'm the fool.

I trace each memories searching for a reason to blame some one else other then myself. Nothing comes, it's my fault. I'm a disgrace to every face.

I escape into a dream, hoping to never wake up. Suddenly that dream turns into a nightmare and that nightmare turns into reality.
Everythings so unbearable, and everyones too busy to stop and look around. I blink for the last time, as suicide brushes my lips.
I'm ignored.
This is what living like this does...