Silently, she floats though the halls,
hoping no one will notice her at all.
She drifts slowly day by day;
she waits to just go away.

She avoids certain situations,
so she can avoid unwanted attention.
She doesn't feel like giving anything a try,
all she desires to do is die.

She waits for her life to be done;
she no longer wants to run
from herself, and that's brought
on these suicidal thoughts.

She used to care about life,
but now she doesn't want that strife.
She is a ghost of what she
thinks she should be.

But look into her translucent eyes,
and you will see past her lies.
Wake her up with desperate cries,
quickly, before she dies