Suicide

Another suicide this morning
In the métro.
What an awful, but assuredly
Quick way to go.
A person must be truly desperate
From Dark Thoughts to deed to go
And decide to end it so.
No matter all the help lines
No matter all the ways offered
No matter all the pains and sufferings
On those left behind,
The moment is chosen.
No more travails, no more pains
Alea Jacta est.
One thought and I go
Before I go insane.