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 a blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within,
This went on for days, months, years,
And until she cried her last tear,
She decided 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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Quote book 3
RandomMy third quote book. Warning: may have swears, talk of suicide and depression.