he sat alone,
alone and at home,
where his screams were silent,
but his mind was violent.
his insecurities hid deep inside,
and they did indeed eat him alive
a tear rolled down his face
as his heart began to race.
He took his blade and tore his skin,
where his depression lay deep within
it went on for days, months, years,
and until he cried his very last tears.
he decided that he had enough
the world around him was much too tough
He took a gun to his head.
congratulations society
he is dead
