I am only fifteen years old.
I suffer from depression
And anorexia.
The scars on my wrist
Do not fade,
But there are only more to come.
Every night I lie awake,
Wondering about,
If I was to jump out that window,
Would it be any easier?
Everyday I cry
Because my friends do not care.
They don't want to know,
And won't look me in the eye.
They leave me out of conversations
And walk away when I need them.
I wish I could ask for help,
But I don't think I deserve it.
I've let everyone down,
I know it.
I've been told it will get better
But I refuse to believe it.
I only have one escape.
I just want to die.

Will anybody notice?
Will anybody care?
The people I need most,
Are not here for me,
Anymore.
I didn't realise 'friends forever'
Meant 'friends for a year'.

I am fifteen years old.
I suffer from depression
And anorexia.
Today is the day
I commit suicide
Because my friends
Do not care.