For Some It Comes Too Late Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

Suicide will always remain,
within the heart of men in pain.
Whether to stay, or to die,
climbing the walls, or sit, and cry.
Reaching for answers within one's soul,
asking, God, when will they go.
But the more they ask, beg, and plead,
for never will their souls be freed.
They reach, and grasp at God's golden light,
and pray to him to make life right.
But the answers lie within our fate,
and for some it comes too late.