not me, but on 6bs.

Three days ago, a family friend committed suicide.

His facebook wall is filled with posts of the things people loved about him, things they remember, and regrets.

Well, how about this? If those people had only told him these things earlier, he might still be alive.

Why does someone have to be gone forever for people to cherish them? Why?

Every suicide has a murderer.

The killer? Society.

You may ask "why do you say this?" My daughter killed herself because she thought she was fat.

Society told her she was fat. She was only eight years old.