A lonely day


She sat alone,
Alone at home,
Where her screams were silent,
Her mind was violent,
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they ate her alive.

A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race,
She took a blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lay deep within.

This went on for days, months, years,
Until she cried her last tears.
She decided it was enough,
That the world around her was too tough,
She took a gun to her head,
"Congratulations society! She's dead".

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