It wasn't me, I wasn't there.

It's as if it wasn't me, and I wasn't there,
But then realisation was replaced by fear,
Her hair conjealed with blood from her wrists,
Blood still oozing from deep painful slits,
Makes me wonder why the girl took her life only just started,
Made her decide from this life she wanted to be departed,
I touch her face to see if her eyes are closed,
Shock and confusion in me rose,
Her hair is soft blond,
Her eyes dark blue and wide,
My boyfrind came in, stopped, looked,
Stumbled and cried,
It was me on the floor the girl that had died.