He took his own life.
She killed herself.
He committed suicide.
No way of softening the word;
or the act.
Little comfort,
to those left behind;
with...
grief, anger.
It circulates, inundates, consumes.
Stinging tears that design my face
...with '? ' marks.
Over think...
the images....
...mind screaming!
How?
Why?
.......Suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem