Everybody cares when it's too late.(How the depressed die silently)

There's this broken girl,
Seen everywhere but unidentified.

She wears a beautiful mask with a joyful curve in it.
But under it is a pale, hurt face.

Her eyes are recieve judgement because they're closed,
But little did they know the darkness she averts her eyes from.

She often opens her lips and doesn't quite talk,
So nobody hears her mourn.

Her skin is soft and smooth,
But what she holds is something rough, something sharp.

She has a patient personality,
But got tired and walked away, using what she holds in her self.

She's now lying cold,
Lifeless and wasted.

There was this broken girl,
Was seen everywhere but now identified.

Everyone now cares and standing altogether around her,
But nothing can be done, now that all are too late.