She sat alone,
lone at home,
here sher screams were silent,
ut her mind was violent.
Her insecurities his deep in side,
and they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
as her heart begun to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin,
where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years,
until she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough,
the world around her was much to tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
she is dead.
