Suicide happens in an instant.
It comes at a moment’s thought.
It is not the darkest day,
Nor is it even at the deepest of despair,
The black clouds had lingered beyond the moments of silver linings
In the recesses of memory and thought
Suicide was always an option
It was a place visited
Often at times.
The bright lights of happiness and even fame
Could not blow away the storm clouds
looming in the distance.
One day
Much like any other day to you and me
It starts with a feeling
Moves into a (fleeting) thought
And it ends with an action
Alone
Solitary
Beyond the words and ears of love
No explanation
No real reason
Like ending a really good book
And making the decision to turn the last page.
Some understand, some do not.
You will be dearly missed good sir.
The Journey of a thousand miles 