She sat alone,
Alone and at home,
Where her 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 to tough,
So she took a gun to her head,
Congratulations society,
Because now she's dead.
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Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
