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Kelsey Rhoads Jan 2017
She sat alone
Alone at home
Where her screams were silent
And her mind was violent
Her issues were so deep inside
They did eventually eat her alive
A single tear ran down her face
As her heart began to race
She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lied within
This went on for days, months, years
Until she cried her last tears
She decided she had enough
The world as you  knew is just too tough
She put the gun to her head
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
Kelsey Rhoads Jan 2017
A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver piece upon my wrist,
Tears fall down to lips unkissed,
Ignore me and I won't exist,
I'm not the kind to be missed.

— The End —