Great poem, thanks for sharing. Suicide is one of those things in life which I am unable to comprehend no matter how much I try. It's not just the victim's life which is a tragedy but the black hole of anger, resentment, sorrow and confusion they leave behind. One of my best friends who I grew up with and served with in the military shot himself in front of me over a girlfriend breaking up with him. The guy had been through so much in life and triumphed over adversity and every challenge - he was tough, smart and a genuinely good guy - yet a break up over some girl he'd only been dating for a few months was more than he could handle. To this day I blame myself for having not moved in quickly and taken the rifle from him the moment he began stuffing coins into his mouth. Twenty years later and I still wake up soaked with sweat from nightmares that day caused.
He ruined a part of me, his family, friends and his brothers-in-arms. I will never be able to make sense of suicide or fathom just how deeply destructive their emotional state is and how it can cause someone to make that decision. A Suicide for me is one of the most tragic events on the planet. Not just a waste of life but how could the person possibly not see that he/she would get over the problem eventually, that there are people who are concerned for them and will do everything possible to help? That's the real tragedy.