She sat alone, alone and at home, where her screams where 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 laid deep within. this went on for days, months, years and until she cried her last tears. she decided that she had fought long enough the world around her was much to tough she took a gun to her head,
Congratulations, Society she is dead
