She sat alone
Alone and at home,
Where he screams were silent,
But her mind was violent,
her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years,
And until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had enough,
The world around her was much too tough
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
~facebook - (many of the things I post I get from fb, ig, and tumblr so I don't know who actually wrote it, sorry)~
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Poems and Quotes ~ depression and self-harm~
Poetry~ poems and quotes about love, self-harm, getting hurt, and depression ~
