Suicide
He couldn't take it no more, He started acting less normal, Just before he went to die, "I'll be back" was the lie, He told his wife, Just before he took his life, I don't call it suicide, I call it mental pressure pride, It takes an avail, To gift life to Azrael, He found it better to hang, Than the gun, on his head, loud bang, If he goes to hell, The pressure is to blame, And the demons will yell, "His soul is mine to claim", Another family just got thinner, They lost their bread winner, I don't blame him at all, Blame the internet troll, Blame the crowding stress, His embarrassment by the press, He was in his late twenty, I don't believe it was his time, Hour glass was just half empty, I don't accept he was next in line, His life came crashing down like thunder, And now we mourn as he rests 6 feet under, It wouldn't hurt to share...