Call Her A Ghost

This is about my friend Kayla...

Withered and broken
Soon to be forgotten
No one can see her
Unless she is crying
Call her a ghost
Because she practically is
Everyday she silently bleeds
She doesn't speak a word
Her voice isn't important
She is not a phantom
She won't haunt you
Instead she'll disappear, out of your sight
She knows she will be invisible anyways