she sat alone,
alone and at home,
where her screams are silent,
but her mind is 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 her blad 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 that she had enough,
the world around her was much too tough
she took a gun to her head.
congratulations society,
she is dead.
- n i k a y
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Perfect Depression
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