She sat alone,
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were quite,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they did eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and cut her skin, were 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 tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
Now she's dead
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My Crown Of Shame
RandomMy book for my thoughts. No judgment, I will use this to rant my problems when I feel alone. Also will be used for new book ideas, song ideas, and other stuffs.
