she sat alone,
alone and at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent.
insecurities hidden deep inside,
and they did indeed eat her alive.
a tear rolled down her face,
as her heart started to race
took her blade and tore her skin,
her depression lied deep within.
went on for days, months, years,
until she cried her very last tears.
decided that she had had enough,
world around her was much too tough.
she put down her blade,
and put a gun to her head.