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 ran down her face,
as her heart began to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin,
when her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years, and until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had enough,
the world around her was too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
she is dead.
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Sad Poems
PoetryHere are some sad poems that I made and/or stole from the internet. Hope you like it. Don't judge me!!!
