Ticket to Death station

“Good evening” a shallow voice broke
“Hello, may I be of any assistance?”
Again…that voice broke
A quivery voice…signifying hesitancy
“ticket…for…one…uhmm…”
 Sighed the teller
 and quickly glanced at his left wrist
“to Death station" broke out 
“excuse me!” said the teller…with a frown on
“death station" with certainty 
“And how long is the trip?”
Puzzled the teller thought in blanks.
“and make it first class please, this one shall be special"
The voice continued. 
“mental depression?” the teller thought
And final asked “where would like to go?”
“Death station” a hoarse assured voice said
“premeditated sui”
“hold it right there!...finally!
someone deciphered my thoughts!
help me get there”
“go to church…uhmm…find something
to do…play chess…join a mental depression society
…uhmm you need help…”
“well I've been a loner
No one to open my chest too…uhmm
maybe you can teach me chess…
hold my hand during breakdowns…please
be my hue!