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 rolled down her face. As her heart began to race. She took her blade and tore her skin. Where her depression was buried deep within her soul. This went on for days, weeks, months, and years. Until the day came where she cried her very last tears. She decided she's had enough. The world around her was much to cruel. She took a gun to her head. Counted to three. Put her finger on the trigger and pulled. Her suffering was finally gone. But her friends and families had just begun. Congratulations soceity. You won. Now she is dead. This is the kicker. SHE. Is me.
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Suicide Poems/ Depression Poems
RandomPoems that I have written to explain my feelings.
