Suicidal Savior

She owns herself, yet can I let her die?
Her body will survive, but will her mind?
Am I to feel responsible to try
to be to her a kind of kind unkind?

They say the time will come when she’ll regret,
I’m right, I’m wrong, what shall I do, no time.
Eventually her time will come, not yet
What’s hers is hers, can her anguish be mine?

To live, to die, between what distance lies
The ashes, flashes, why are they disguised?
It angers me, what’s hidden ‘neath the skies
Why should I care if she chooses to die?

To live, to die, the burden of her soul,
To live to die, the onus of the whole?