A Choice
Some people wake up and decide to commit suicide. Simple as that. And they do it. Their friends and family are left wondering why? Why didn't their loved one talk to them?
Those same friends and family may have thought nothing was wrong. And then it happened. So swiftly like a bomb going off. Unlike a bomb there's no answers just questions.
It's not all like this. Some people are depressed or anxious or stressed or bipolar or neurotic or psychotic or were bullied or a worse unknown reason. You can see they're in trouble and help.
Committing suicide is often called the ultimate sin or most selfish act. But the person doing it often has no choice. They can't see past their current situation. And death is the only way out. If only there was a way to sort it out...
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