Suicide is a note on motive and meaning.

“If I haven’t the love I want so bad, there is nothing left,” writes a female, 45, overdose.

“When you left me I died inside.… I cry to God … but he doesn’t listen. There is nothing else for me to do,” writes a male, 31, hanging.

“I am powerless over my emotions.… I am like a helpless 12 year old,” writes a female, 74.

“This should come as no surprise. My eyes have spoken for a long, long time,” writes a husband, 49, to his wife, gunshot to the head.

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Edwin Shneidman, Voices of Death.