The life of a depressed girl.

I always wonder what the world has in store for me but, I can't seem to find the strength to live long enough to find out. I feel like I'm dying with every breath I take and the voices keep telling me it isn't worth living anymore. I always think about who would actually miss me when I was gone and I can't think if anyone. Maybe I've convinced myself that no one cares about me or, maybe they truly don't care. Maybe to them I am just there and I truly mean nothing. When I try to be positive, my mind tells me it's not worth it. I'm a product of pills for  OCD, anxiety, and depression. Yet, I still feel like dying.

What is living? Living is an illusion we all have. Something that tells us to keep going but, what happens when you forget you're alive? Do you disappear? Do you blend in? or Do you stand out?