The ways

Some people are so dense
And to me it doesn't always make sense
To that much I must confess
Some people on the other hand
Have problems we couldn't possibly understand 
It digs deeper down to the bone
That simple cut of the knife
The one meant to end their life
They're suicidal
To that there is no denial
But sometimes they just can't do it
So they find the next best thing to it
It's not something I know much about
Just something I've seen throughout 
People come close to death 
But never seal the deal
They spend their life in misery
With happiness to no degree 
There must be a reason
For them to do such things
It may never end
Or one day it might
Only they can decide
Their own ways to hide