ALL ALONE
She sat alone
Alone and at home
Where her screams were silent
But her mind was violent
Her insecurities hid deep inside
They did indeed eat her alive
A tear rolled down her face
And her heart began to race
She took a 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 she had enough
And the world around her was just too tough
She took a gun to her head
Congratulations Society
She's dead
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Michelle Wescott
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Self Harm Is A Silent Addiction
PoetryThis is a book filled with poems, short stories, songs, and writings about the silent addiction that is self harm. Some are written by me, some are some I found on the Internet, and others are some that people sent.
