For context I have bipolar and bpd as per the diagnoses and been dealing with depression for over a decade and I turned 30 last week.  And I was going through my old pictures on that day and realized I am looking at myself and thinking about myself in third person,  like look how that person's life "ended". Tried putting that into a poem but didn't have the heart, this is all I could come up with. 

When life feels like it's already ended
And you start seeing yourself from outside, 
Is there anything else left for you here
Or are you already checked out
Is this pain my soul waiting for my body to come where it lives now
Is this what I have been trying to realize.

Hope to hear what you all think.