Caught in a crevasse,
In the lows between
Two rogues.
Who directs these,
And how am I here?
This ocean cannot be
Fathomed as the
Heavens cannot
Be crossed.
To whom do I belong?
The temptation is to jump.
Man overboard, Man
Over bored.
Whether Jesus lays asleep
In the hold,
Or walks on the water’s
Lips, arms out,
Out of the pseudo safety
Of a lifeboat.
Is there any question now?
Gerald the Writer 
One can step out of the boat for two very different reasons. Wanting to move beyond boredom and seeing new horizons. Which could look like suicide to a casual observer. (The other reason is suicide by drowning in self pity and seeing no future.)
Woah. Yeah. Thank you.