Suicide in the Third Person

Gasping for air she crawls on her knees

Eyes widening in fear at what she sees

The walls are stained the body very still

The mind is screaming but the lips never will

Still closer she moves in quiet despair

While the smell of death floats through the air

Along the way she losses her heart

Her dreams and desires are taken apart

Daemons rise and taunt her eyes

As she races to the one who only told her lies

Reaching her destination and turning the form on its spine

She gapes in horror at what she finds

All the time she had thought the dead was someone she knew or did adore

But all along it was herself lying lifeless upon the floor