upon a time there lived a guy,
who never gave a tearful cry.
did his hate build inside,
cause after so long he went to hide.
in a corner or a hole,
or 6 feet under with no soul.
no one knew what happened then,
wrote a letter and found his den.
where the words in his mind,
what made him commit suicide.
all we saw was the bullet in the brain,
maybe first he went insane.
but dont you see,
it could have been the death of me.
now rejoinced in silence and peace,
his tears and fear can be released