A Little Poetry Can't Hurt

I Saw Her

I Saw Her

I saw her sinking in an empty lake;

I felt her perfect world filled with dread and hate.

I saw her smile as it faded away;

I saw her blue sky turn cold and grey.

I heard her tongue dripping with breathless sighs;

I saw her tired, helpless eyes.

I heard her heart get tired and slow,

As her walls broke down row after row.

I saw her lips twitch with despise,

When constantly replaying those sickening lies.

I saw her neck all laced in rope,

As she kicked the stool which had given her hope.

I watched her drown in an empty sea,

As she took her last breath and longed to be free

One thing that haunts me, is what she said:

It's not suicide if you're already dead.