This is one I just finished. Criticize / Critique at your leisure.

The world would go on, nothing would change
No one would notice a boy died from his pain
They wouldn't care, they wouldn't see
Wouldn't know what was wrong with me
He was unbalanced, and disturbed they would say
Never questioning what happened that day
In the end the boy knew he couldn't tell
The secrets he kept within his own private hell
So they'll mark him down beside his brothers
An anonymous number among countless others