He sat alone,
Alone and at home,
Where his screams were silent,
But his mind was violent.
His deep insecurities hid deep inside
And they did indeed eat him alive.
A tear rolled down his face,
As his heart began to race.
He took his blade and tore his skin,
Where his depression lied deep within.
This went on for months, days, years,
And until he cried his very last tear.
He decided that he'd had enough,
The world around him was just too tough.
He took a gun to his head.
Congratulations society, he is dead.
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Sadness Consumes Me
NáhodnéQuotes about sadness, depression, anxiety, cutting and so on. There will be some small rants, but they will be published sorta like the quotes. Songs, photos, and videos will be included. **trigger warning**
