She sat alone,
Alone at home,
Where her screams were silent,
And her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
And her heart raced.
She took a blade and cut her wrist, where depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, weeks, months, and years,
Till she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough,
The world around her was to much to tough.
She took a gun to her head,
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
