Brother

You never spoke a word

That you were broke, or so we know, 

That you feel alone 

And distress on your own.

You wrote a word that we even hit the like.

Too late we thought that it was goodbye. 

No one knew your struggling soul,

Nor your fragile heart.

Next thing as we woke was the lifeless scene of yours. 

We, of all, sung the song of mourn. 

We, of many, never listen to your worries,

Nor even said a comforting story. 

As you laid on earth forever.

Sleep with no sun will shine ever.

We hope serenity you finally found

As you are six feet below the ground.