There are times.
When we can only ask why?
We can guess.
We can speculate.
But the explanations died with them.

We can only say, only if.
Or we didn't know.
Life is too good to take.
There's no mstakes more worse then dying.

But we see love killing many.
And we sometimes wonder about it.

Families in distressed and stressed.
Trying ways to understand the matter.
While understanding the answers died with them.
And we can only wonder why?

It will be the last time for them.
But a hurtful times for friends and family.
Who will why it had to be suicide?