No one will notice

A smile struggles to appear upon my face,
and I laugh, attempting not to seem so sad.
I giggle, and I shake, and I act hyper once again -
I cover my eyes so you don't have to ask.

I bleed my heart unto the paper I hold,
the pen spills my blood for me.
And I hide in the dark, I hide from you,
but I don't wish for you to simply leave me be.

The paper I hold soaks through with blood,
black blood filled with threatening words
and I sit alone in my room, completely crushed;
singing the saddest songs ever heard.

Tomorrow comes, and all awaken to the sun,
and no one notices anything different.
But in my head, I am dead, and I wish not to be living,
but no one notices, no, no one notices.

And as the moon appears to all,
and the sun falls to the ocean floor,
I'll sit in my room
knowing I can take no more.
With my mind completely dead,
and nothing left to keep me alive,
I know that I shall live no longer
and by morning I will die.

But no one will notice,
no, no one will notice,
because I'm unseen by the eyes of all -
and they've killed me once,
they've killed me a million times before,
but no one notices,
and I can take no more.

With pills in one hand,
and a knife in the other,
I shall take my own life
and set myself free with the angels of below,
the Hell sent angels,
coming to claim my life
because Heaven can't take me
and no one here wants me
but it's ok,
no one will notice anyways.

It's ok.
No one, no, no one will notice,
no one, no, no one will notice,
not even me.
I won't even notice,
no one, no, no one will notice at all.