It's so hard to recover
In a world that says
Less is more
And tragedy is beautiful
But suicide is reserved for the depraved
And selfish

"How could they leave
Their friends,
Their families,
Their loved ones?"

You cry
And pass judgement on the dead
The dearly departed tortured souls
Who were ignored when alive
And berated when passed.

Save your words
Your condemnation
For the system that reduces us to machines
And statistics
And unfeeling robots
With no need to eat or cry or tell you the truth when you ask:

"How are you?"

When no one cares for your honest answer
Because the script says:

"I'm fine."

And fine you are
Safely snuggled in the blanket of earth
The mud filling your ears and muffling their criticism
So they don't have to face
That they didn't do enough.