Least Likely to Die

A group of friends
Sitting all around
A single pair of eyes
Staring at the ground.

Familiar faces smiling
Laughter in the air
All she hears in her mind
"does anyone care?"

Outwardly she plays the part
Building upon each personal lie
She has them all convinced she's happy
The least likely to die.

She likes her little secret
She holds it close to heart
She lets the pain simmer
Fueling a fire about to start.

More and more friends arrive
The party is about to begin
She simply ponders
"Is suicide really a sin?"

The conversations expand
She patiently waits
Lost in the depth of thought
Contemplating the meaning of fate.

The music booms loud
As bodies crowd in random dance
She sneaks to a private room
She recognizes her chance.

Alone in the world
No matter who is there
She is so sick of it all
She's resolved not to care.

Shaking and shivering
She knows they have no clue
She finds her tool
She knows exactly what to do.

A guest gets a simple urge
And finds a terrible surprise
A body soaked in blood
Prone in her demise.

A simple funeral service
Everyone sits to cry.
The only conversation said
"She was the least likely to die."