she sat alone
Alone at home
Where here screams wet silent
But her mind was violent
Her insercurities hid deep inside
And they indeed are 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 lay within
This went on for days ,months, years
Until she cried her very last year
She decided that it was enough
The world around her was to tough
She thinks took a gun to her head
Well done society
She's dead.
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In too deep -Depression and selfharm
PoetryA collection of poems and quotes about self harm ,suicide ,anxiety and depression . Number 14 in poetry -Jul 2016 Number 11 In poetry -August 2016