Neil's dead
He's been that way for a while

"I was good; I was really good"
Oppression

Focused on the scales of what makes poems great
Acting the entirety of life
Trying to be ok
Trying to let it roll off your back
You'll be a doctor
You'll be a doctor
You'll be a doctor

Was that hammered home?
That hammer home
The hammer at the back end of the revolver
Pushing forth metal
To flesh

He ended his life
Tears can't bring him back
No help from a doctor