Be Yourself

I doubt if this should be termed a poem but I just wrote it in a sad moment today.

He had everything going for him
A nice family, a good wife and obedient children
He had a great job and wonderful friends
Yet he felt empty inside. He felt lonely, unhappy and desolate.
He had never felt alive before
He had lived and helped others to live their lives
Waking up became a chore for him
A new day meant living the life his parents planned for him,
Living the life his friends and family want from him.
His job although high paying was uninteresting
He was frustrated
Looking back, he sees so much love that had gone unexpressed
He sees so many errors that could have been avoided
He sees so much pain that he won’t have experienced
Only if he had been himself
Now at the crossroads, he does not want to hurt those around him
Yet he wants to stop hurting himself
He stumbles on a book per chance telling him that at death mourning occurs only at the moment of been dead
And to him he has seen the perfect solution to his pain
If he dies, he would hurt no more and those he has spent his life pleasing would hurt only for a moment
For the first time in a long time, he smiles at the thought of doing what he wants for himself
He dies by his own hands never realizing death takes away the ability to love
Shock for a while covers the face of they who knew him
But like the book says, the shock and hurt is just for a moment
Life goes on and those he lived to please moved on