" She sat alone,
Alone at home,
Where her screams were silent but her thoughts were violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
But they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, and years,
Until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had enough, the world around her was just too much.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead."
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The Little Things
PoetryA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
