Everyone’s right to die,
Suicide but why?
Depressive will lost, amplified
Internally unsatisfied, hands tied
Must confide this low tide.
As When it’s done, suffering just begun
For all who remain, grieving pain
Acid rain, jugular vein
Widow weeping
Sorrow tears seeping.
But selfish is it not?
Especially if you leave a tot,
Behind in the review,
Nobody to look up to.
Closed curtain,
Non-existent burden
If you felt their pain,
Would you feel the same?
One will never know I guess
Miss you,
Godbless.
Picture drawn by me 
