Be Unique
She sat alone, alone and at home, where her screams were silent, and her mind was violent. Her insecurities hid deep inside, and they did eat her up alive. A tear rolled down her face, as her heart began to race. She took her blade and tore her skin. The place where depression lied deep within. This went on for days, weeks, months even years, and until she cried her very last tear. She decided that she has had enough, the world around her was just to tough. She took a gun to her head. Congragulations society, She is dead.