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 a blade and tore her skin, where depression lied deep within. This lasted for days, months, years, until she cried her very last tears. She decided she had enough, the world around her was just to tough, she took a gun to her head. Congrats society, she's dead.
