Dead

She sat alone.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside.
They did indeed eat 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 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 too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congrats society!
She is dead.