Poetry

Loneliness

And there she sat alone,

alone and at home.

Her screams were silent,

her mind was very violent.

Her insecurities tucked away inside,

slowly eating her alive.

Tears began to pour down her face,

and she could hear her heart begin to race.

She took a knife and sliced through skin,

cutting into the depression deep within.

This continued for months and years,

but one day she cried what would be her last tears.

She had finally had enough,

the life she lived was just too tough.

She picked up a gun, placed it against her head.

Congratulations, society, now she is dead.