She sat alone, Alone and at home, Where her cries were silent, But her mind was violent. Her insecurities hid inside, And the did eat her alive. A tear rolled down her face, As her heart began to race. She took the blade to her skin, Where her depression lied deep within. This went on for days, weeks, months, and years, And until she cried her last tears. She decided the she had enough, The world around her was too tough. She took the gun to her head. Congratulations society. She is dead.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 04:02:42 +0000
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