She sat alone.
Alone and 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,
And her heart began to race.

She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lay deep within.
This went on for days, weeks, months, years
Until she cried her last tears.

She decided that she’d had enough.
The world around her was much too tough,
So she took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society! She’s dead.