words words...

words words more and more,before you know it shes out the door holding in all her fears so she doesnt shead a tear,
wondering whats gonna happen next,
asuming she doesnt look her best,
keeping her insucurities hid deep in side
she's lost all of her pride, 
her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent,
this went on for days, months , years
untill she'd cried her very last tears,
she couldn't take the pain anymore, 
she looked the door 
shes having a sulk 
lets face it shes not as strong as the hulk
she takes the gun and points it to her head
then.... BANG...
you happy now society 
THAT POOR GIRL IS DEAD...
 
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