There are no sides in suicide.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.

Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.

Life is short enough, there is nothing worth here to take your life, and those things we do gain can never be taken to our grave.

For some soldiers, there is a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

Depression, is like trying to find a light switch in pitch darkness. Defeating it takes much assistance and resource. First, it's letting in loved ones that are reaching out, when light will begin to shine.