#suicidepoem

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She sat alone.
Alone at home.
Where her screams where silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid inside.
They did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race.
She grabbed a blade and tore her skin.
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years.
Until she cried her very last tear.
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.  

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