Suicide sickness

When certain things happen it's hard to keep perspective when someone commits suicide. In my home away from home which is like a hotel that the navy puts me up in, a dude who stayed on the floor below me hung himself. Now in all honesty I didn't really know the kid until just now, I'd seen him around he always wore the navy blue seweatsuit and looked real mousy and in a daze. I come to find out that he had real bad seizures and he was actually doped up all the time. I got off work early about like 8 o clock to get ready to run a phytsical fitness test and I see all these fire trucks and navy NCIS cars outside the building and my dog Hollis I gave a ride to was kije somebody musta left a microwave on, so we get in their and he asks the cleaning lady what happened as she said " one of yall's people hung himself in his room" so I'm like damn...
So we all had to come back and listen to our captain do some damage control cause shit like this is supposedly bad PR.

One part of me is like it sucks his life ended so quickly and who could of foreseen this. But another part is like fuck thay dude, he doesn't have to worry about where his next meal or check is coming from so what makes his case so sad? Because me personally I don't think I'd have the balls to kill myself, because that's a concious decision.
I'm comin back to work after changing from the physical test and I run into my boy Dave who works with and is the roomate of the kid who killed himself. I was like why are you still here? And he told me he was the one who found him, he said that the dude didnt show up in the morning and they sent him to go wake him up, and dude was hanging from the fan by all these shoestrings tied together, and he tried to cut dude down and do CPR but it was to late...