My best friend killed himself.
His picture, hangs on my shelf.
A year and a half later,
Still no answer can be found by a calculator.
We were aware of his depression,
maybe what sent him over was built up aggresion.
Or maybe his dad's significant impression...
His dad killed himself too, I forgot to mention.
Oh and so did his best friend, pardon the suspension...
Too young, he will never know a profession.
Faker than fool's gold was his "satisfied" expression.
Left me with a million questions...
Why was I so oblivious to his needed confession?