slowly rotting away with time.
He couldnt take these pains,
nobody trusted him,
loved him.
He was fed up,
he took 2 bullets to his head,
he ended it all.
He forgot what love was,
happiness,
it all left him.
Everyone missed him,
but never really knew him.
They mourned,
wondering who they couldve known,
wondering if their friendship coulda helped him live.
Always being backstabbed,
he couldnt take it much more,
all these pains inside,
he saw no point and pulled the trigger.
Maybe if they knew him,
they coulda remembered him