sorry?

It's funny.
those who kill themselves are externalised in love.
but those who think about it talk about it.
they are the ones who get moaned at for it.
they have to live with the fact they considered it.
but what of those who say nothing.
what happens to them?
no one cares, because no one knew.
If I could keep my mouth shut, my friends could be so much happier.
I could let others get on with the life I could only dream of.
love is relative, and only those who know it can feel it.
if I want out, should I tell?