I did not understand you,
for you were an enigma to me,
you were an enigma,
a confusing puzzle that I could never completely understand,
and you hid behind a mask,
and never revealed your heart or your feelings to me,
and you were blank faced so many times,
with no smiles and only misery,
as you took your place upon the stage,
you were not happy in life,
but sadly,
you took your own life,
and at such a young age,
oh, the complexities of misery,
the suffering,
and the cruelty of the mind,
and the self-doubt that plagues so many people,
and that haunts them and deprives them of sanity,
in this modern society,
that ravages you and overcomplicates the life that you lead,
oh, how terrible it is to be unable to live,
to truly live,
to be truly free of mental stress and the pain of the brain,
that eats away at your soul,
and that eats you whole,
and that deletes most days of your life,
because they are so forgettable,
and because they are life is mostly blank,
except for the pain,
and the continual revisitations,
of the bombardment of negative thoughts,
that interrupt your days and nights,
and sadly, even in sleep you cannot escape,
and it is a terrible thing,
the construction of society in such a way,
such a way as to create such stress,
and you because of the stress,
you drowned in it and suffered more than most,
because you could not find a balance in life,
but only misery,
only misery,
and you shuffled off your mortal coil far too quick,
and ceased to exist,
you ceased to exist far too rapidly,
and I did not understand,
what you were truly going through,
and I regret every second of it,
I regret every second of it,
but it is too late,
it is too late,
and your fate was sealed by mental pain,
and to me never revealed,
and how sad I am to know,
that I did not know of your struggle and the mental battle,
and the war inside your brain,
memories of you,
memories of you in a bitter never-ending refrain.
