Talk About Depressing

Sometimes I wish,

I would just dissappear.

And every minute I wonder,

Why am I here?

I don't deserve to live.

I am just taking up space.

I'm not even worth it.

I am a disgrace.

I do not want to live,

I would much rather die.

I'm tired of hello.

I want to say bye.

The gorgeous sunshine,

that never shows.

An unwanted petal,

On an already dead rose.

I feel invisible,

no matter where I go.

I could be right in front of someone,

And they wouldn't even know.

I bet if something happened to me,

No one would be aware.

No one would notice,

And no one would care.

I know that if I leave,

I wouldn't be missed.

So maybe it would be better,

If I just didn't exist.