Q U O T E S

T H I R T Y S I X

She sat alone,alone at homeWhere her screams were silentbut her mind was violent

Her insecurities went deep inside
And the did indeed eat her alive
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race

She took her blade en cut her skin
Where 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 much too though
She took a gun to her had
Congratulations society,
She is dead.