The One who Died

 Left alone with his thoughts,

There is a guy.

Let me tell you his story,

Actually very stupid out of his mind.

Acted strangely nice,

But something was hidden underneath.

Something that was clearly frightening,

Making him a deceiving soul.

When asked why he was like that,

Even therapist himself was shocked.

There was no ailment to his disease,

 What he had lost some ask.

Well literally everything, someone he cared,

Who made his world something with delight.

But it was fate in the end,

Who took his hope and his light.

And that was the end,

It was his demise,

It was story of a dead guy,

Dead but still alright.