When I first read that message,
I thought you were kidding.
That couldn't be true,
could it?
He couldn't be dead,
could he?
The man who made me smile
so big my cheeks hurt.
The man who gave me goosebumps,
just from singing.
The man with the sweetest
and funniest personality I knew.
The man who helped his fans,
when they were going through -their- tough times.
The man who I felt I knew,
even if I only saw him through my cracked iphone6.
And suddenly, he was dead?
It couldn't be true.
I immediately googled it.
The air was crushed out of my chest,
as I read:
"Singer commits suicide at 27."
I read the story.
I cried.
I cried and weeped,
for a man I didn't even know.
And as we all put roses as our profile pictures for him,
I knew I wasn't alone,
but why did I feel like I was?
Thousands of people just like me cried their eyes out,
just like me.
I'm still baffled.
I'm incredibly baffled that no one had any idea.
No one knew what was going on in his head,
only him.
And when he tried to tell someone,
they laughed.
As thousands of fans sung themselves to sleep that night,
I sang along.
A tribute to our dear signer.