She sat alone,
Alone 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 slid 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 shed her very last tears.
She decided that she'd had enough,
The world around her was much too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Well done society,
She is dead.
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Sad poems to make you cry
PoetryJust some sad poems that might make you cry. Please don't read if you think it will make you too upset.
