Her.

Crows caw silently, through the dimly lit windows in the hall

I'm sitting in a crossed-legged position; my back is to the wall

My hands are legs bleed profusely as I strain my voice to call

For help to come and break the door that led me to my fall

Breathing hoarsely, still alive, I try to recollect

The memories I have of those that praised my intellect

I live in fear of all of them that told me to reflect

Upon my mistakes in the past that I try so hard to deflect

She stands alone in the burning abyss, bleeding to her knees

I call her name, she doesn't answer, but I can hear her weep

About the people that she lost; the ones who couldn't see

Her internal pain; she's running insane; and then she looks at me

I hear her breathing a little too loudly; a sight too scary to see

She walks forward; taking her time; as she trudges up to me

The flames are burning; the boards are creaking; as she creeps slowly

Suddenly the floor gives way and she falls into the sea

I watch her as she drowns in water; holding on to her regrets

Too selfish to just let them go; and still remains depressed

I lay back down and wake up in bed; unexplainably stressed

About the vision I just witnessed

About the girl that was obsessed

With being sad and lonely; never smiling once

She kept her sorrow within herself; not sharing with anyone

She died in water; her weight too heavy for one

To carry through this life for years; thinking that it's fun

To remain depressed and uncontrollably stressed

About the trauma she hoards

Now this is a lesson to all who smile but secretly are filled with sorrow

Find someone trustworthy to talk to you so you might survive tomorrow

For our Heavenly Father says in His Word, "I will take away your sorrow

And fill you with My Spirit so you are never hollow."