she sat alone,
alone and at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent.
her insecurities hidden deep inside,
and they did indeed eat her alive.
a tear rolled down her face,
as her heart started 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 had enough,
the world around her was much too tough.
she put down her blade,
and put a gun to her head.
congratulations, society,
she is dead.