Murder or suicide?

Murder or suicide?
Bleeding in the bath.
It's a run across the road and a walk down the path.
She died, she died, A long time ago,
Hid from the world and the people who'd know.
Broke her promises to herself,
couldn't leave the blades on the shelf.
Other peoples pain - They thought she'd feel better because others felt the same.
Now see the writing on her arm,
see the scars and call it harm.
Sickness of the mind was rife,
Those still with us trying to take their life.
The ghosts screaming in my head,
how pleasant life must seem, by the time you're dead.
Forgiveness she seeks,
for the chaos she wreaks.
Communications cut,
for the voices in her head gave her company enough.
A storybook world takes a turn for the twisted.
The tears wouldn't come,
but her eyes were misted.
Her vision was cloudy,
but some things she still could see,
When you are dead, how pleasant life must be.