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 lied deep within
This went on for days, months, years
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
She's dead
-anonymous
Sorry for the many depressing poems. I'm just scrolling through them on google and posting the ones I like.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I've found on the internet. Credit will be given. Some things in here made by yours truly (Austin)
