Secrets Behind Her Supposed "Suicide"

When she closes her eyes, the darkness is alive.
The voices that follow, are there inside.
A voice finds a mouth, now more bite in it's bark
It's quickly fighting it's way through the dark.
The eyes that pop out now see her wounds fresh,
The hand it sprouts poke the red irritated flesh.
They wrap around her throat,
drowning her desperate cries to mumbles
so she can't say what's wrong.
She won't talk like she should.
The lump in her throat, tears a hole unseen
but she holds back her tears, so desperate to come clean.
Now the voices crowd closer,
the tears stream fast,
but after all this suffering,
her death has come at last..