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
as her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lied deep within this went 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.
