A silent swan song (not mine)

Yesterday someone I know committed suicide.

Somehow I was not surprised, but it saddens me profoundly.

He was not a nice man, mostly rude and harsh, though he was never rude to me directly.

People were afraid to talk to him because they never knew how he could react. Sometimes he could burst into an anger attack, just because he woke up with the wrong foot.

I remember once I needed a favor from him. He waited for me to ask and then said: No. Pure and simple, no explanations.

He was not my friend. I wonder if he had any. He was a bitter, lonely man, the opposite of a pleasant person. Still, I cried for him, not because I will miss him, but because I can only slightly grasp how he felt and this is already a huge pain.

I remember someone here on the blogs who said that people who reject love are the ones who need it most. That was his case, he needed it desperately and pushed away every person who crossed his path.

He was utterly alone in a world full of people. No one listened to his swam song; it came out as a silent scream.

Oddly enough, he had a sheep as a pet, which kept his lawn short. Perhaps it noticed something, but sheep don't tell stories.

Today, I'm am his speaker for the dead, I hope he finally finds peace.