Wow, now this is what the poems on here SHOULD be like. Not a hint of overused setups, controlled but fluid, a delicately woven image.

I can see that you're going for a blunt ending with 'Your suicide' but as a matter of personal preference I feel it was beft like suggested, not told. Though that could just be me.

Anyway, bravo.

A simple question that holds a million answers.

*I'd change this line to "one question that contents a million answers" or" a smile question that holds a complex answer" that we you have that relation between the number or level of difficulty*

Was it a broken relationship; broken home?

*I'd put a question mark after relationship and I would make "broken home" another question but placing an "A" in front of it. It sounds weird the way you put it*

If only I could have told you to reevaluate,
look upon the biggest mistake you ever made.

*I'd change this last line to "look upon the biggest mistake you will ever make" that flows better to me. But I like where you are going with this*

A walk through the halls the day you died;
it was like walking through a funeral home.

*I didn't like this line very much, it didn't add the sad feeling I was hoping for. Maybe something like "it was like chasing after a faded memory" Idk lol something more emotional would sound better here*

Tears flowed from every eye that was there,
your picture plastered upon the bare wall.

*Like this, it's simple but still heartbreaking. I think the two lines flowed well into each other and really captivates the feeling of the funeral.*

My own blue eyes are blurred at your actions,
comforting hands pat my cold, frigid shoulders.
I'll try to make it on through this day alone,
the pain and sadness will finally settle inside.

*I loved this stanza. It's flawless and really has a nice persona; touch to it. I love the imagery and how you make it your own. It's easy to say you cried or someone patted your shoulder, but you go that extra mile and add a touch of you here and I admire that*

Screams of "how could he do this to us,"
they reside in the voices of every student.

*I'm not so sure of how you worded this. I'd change it to "escape the broken hearts of every student" or "echo throughout the hallways" something like that*

My voice is a whisper, I refuse to say a word.
Your choices affecting my every day life.

*This was sad hun. Sorry I had so much to say I just wanted to leave you a good comment :) because your poem with Nova was mucho excellent. Anyways I didn't feel this was your best but still a good read. Keep it up hun. Nik*