Murder

I watched somebody die today.
A girl, about fourteen.
Maybe almost fifteen.
She was beautiful but wouldn’t believe it.
Dirty-blonde hair, hazel eyes.
She had so much potential.

I just watched her die.
Everything finally got to her.
There was nothing I could do.
Nothing would change her mind.
She finally had enough. She had to let go.

I let her die.
No attempts to help her.
She suffered by herself.
No one else tired.
Why should I be blamed?
I only killed her.