She sat alone.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent.
And her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face.
As her heart began to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin.
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years.
And until she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough.
The world around her was much to tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
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Depression/suicide/self harm quotes
PoetryJust some quotes I made and quotes I have read or heard that I can relate to and maybe you can to
