I'm the girl that talks others out of suicide but has a hard time doing it for herself. She truthfully assures everyone how beautiful, lovely, wonderful and precious they all are, because she doesn't want them to feel the same way she does; the opposite
Little did you know, that when your best friend tells you they're fine, they're sitting on their own, Rocking back and forth, With suicide on their mind, Tears streaming down their face, And the only thing that keeps them here, is you
She sat alone, alone 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, 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 and 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.
