I am

You watch through the glass at the horrifying scene
I am...
You pound at the glass but nobody hears you plead
I am... 
You've seen it, the taking of ones life
I am... 
You are bearing witness to this suicide
I am...
Cold fingers play down your spine
I am...
The truth pulls at you but you decline
I. Am
You realise you need to stop this depression
I. Am.
Becuase this nightmare is your reflection.
I am you.

The End

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