She sat alone,
alone 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 too tough.
She took a gun to shoot her head.
Congratulations society,
Now she is dead.
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I want to do the same now.
I love when blade tore the skin.
ugh that feeling is too much good👐🏻
Hehehe..
