He was a good man who always tried to do the right thing. He was kind and giving, but lonely and upset at the world around him. He always seemed sad.
Nobody loved him and he had nobody to talk to. He couldn’t hold anyone, talk about his work and family, or hear someone say “it’ll be okay”. He was a sentimental man but never had anyone.
He never resented people for being alone. He never thought less of any group of people. But his looks and shy nature meant he hadn’t many people in his life, despite wanting them.
His job was stressful and paid almost nothing but he tried so fucking hard during a difficult time, only to feel he let his colleagues down when the economy went to shit around them.
After not hearing from him for a while, we found out he killed himself. He should have been loved, should have been celebrated, and should have been happy.
I just want some people to understand the kind of man he was.