On that day of birth, after the death of your friend,
you stop it all, as you maketh your end.
Left in your wake, you leave six and one,
a bringer of sorrow, now hero to none,
a father and husband, a life rendered undone.

Too scared to face demons, so gilded by shame,
you ended it all for your selfish fate,
and left them behind as you rigged your escape.
Bearers of sorrow, that's your family now,
the wife and children, whom you had left out,
a father and husband, that's all they're without.

Rest in peace as you leave them to weep,
and to suffer the pain you've left them to reap.