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