She sat alone,
Alone and at home,
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent,
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
They indeed eat her inside,
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race,
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lies deep within,
This went on for day, month, years,
Until she cried her very last tears,
She decided she had enough,
The world around her was mush too tough,
She took a gun to her head,
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
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Sad Poems
Poetry**TRIGGERING** This is a warning. I don't want to hurt anyone with this book.