She sat alone,
Alone and at home,
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent,
Her insecurities hidden deep inside,
Where they did indeed eat her alive,
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race,
She took a blade and tore her skin,
Where her sadness lied deep within,
This went on for days, months and years,
Until the day she cried her very last tears,
She decided that she'd had enough,
The world around her was far too tough,
She took a gun to her head,
And thanks to society, she is now dead.
carpe noctem
By txkemetothemoon
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