Suicide is not a crime.
To which ill make this poem rhyme.
Many more shall seek this fate.
And fall to the hands of hells rotten gates.
Many think that all will be well.
Even if they are sent to hell.
But form my education level.
From controlling the fate, those lonely seek.
For troubled minds still remain bleak.
To many times people have died.
After all the tears they cried.
Suicide is not a crime.
