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
 
                                               
                                                  