Suicide

She lies there, unknowing
of the sea of humanity around her,
bathed in a pool of her own sorrow.

They gawk at the spectacle, but
do they truly understand the scene,
the last gesture of desperation?

The blue uniforms wind tape, and
they remain impassive and emotionless,
just another day at work.

And I watch and wonder, at
why did she have to diem
How badly did she hurt inside?

The crowd gawk with pity, but
while they are enthralled by her death,
do they see her tears?