The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Two weeks ago a wretched man decided he couldn't cope.
He gave his family his last dollar, and then he gave up hope.
He threw himself onto the path of an onrushing train
He ended it all, his hopes, his dreams, but most of all his pain.

The news reported his tragic end, and played up the sad story
The people read about his family and they all felt rather sorry
So they opened first their hearts to them and then their wallets too
And did for the family what the dead man could ne'er hope to do.

Half a million did they collect to help them thru their grief
It was incredible, the cash flowed in, so short a time so brief.
What worried me was the encouragement and what others might try to do
If that family could get that much, what might they get too?

So yesterday at Clementi another one met his end
Did he perhaps also hoped his death might make amends?
Did he hope his poignant end might touch the public's heart
And lead the people once again to do their charitable part?

It's very sad, it's crazy, mad - that this is how some cope
If life's too hard, just end it all, in death you might give hope
But sadder still that an act or will of charity has beget
Not the promise of better days, but instead bitter sad regret

The people all had good intent but hell is paved with them
Their charity brought hope perhaps, but it also tempt
Those who might have struggled still instead have now decided
That hope lies not with struggling, but in ending life suicided