She sat alone,
Alone at home,
Where her screams where silent but her mind was violent,
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they 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,
Until she cried her very last tears,
She decided she had enough,
The would around her was much to tough,
She took a gun up to her head,
Congratulation society,
She is dead.
