EmOtIoNs TaKe cOnTrOl

In the middle of the night a girl stands straight it's cold it's dark and snowy her hair in her white pale face nobody with her she's is hurting she is murdering scars deep. She lies far away from the truth, is she doing any good?  Many tears rolled down her face. She took her blade and tore her skin that was where her depression lied deep within this went on for days, months, years and until she cried her very last tear. she decided she had enough the world around her was too much too tough. she took a gun in her head...congratulations society she is dead. blood in the white snow she lied there waiting for somebody to cry her name slow and low.

nobody did it that way.