There is always a last...

I read this report in the newspaper about suicide and wondered what exactly can drive us to the verge of ending the most beautiful gift god has given us...
.... the thought itself was enough for me to feel sad the whole day I fail to understnd the circumstances...

For everything there must come a last.
A last minute
a last hour,
a last month,
day, or year.

A last drink,
a last coke,
a last smile,
a last choke.

A last love,
a last heart,
a last kiss,
hug by far...

Or even the last words
written on a page.

But the worst last thing
is your last breath
because what is to follow
will surely be your death.

PS:- There is a last to everything...
and that inlcudes even you pain...