Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk to you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in may brain
Within the sounds of silence.
~Simon & Garfunkel
Another wealthy celebrity dead of his own hands. Not an accident but a choice to end his own life. He took his life less than two months after a close friend, also a wealthy musician, committed suicide. Further proof that wealth does not guarantee happiness.
I don’t understand.
Did anyone close to them not hear the agony in their silence? Did they not see the suffering? Was the pain so masked by a smile others could not see through to the hurting child within? Were they surrounded by leaches, by parasites pretending to be friends but were really feeding them bullshit so they could continually suckle at the green tit of wealth?
I want to understand.
Self death asks more questions of the living than it ever answers. I guess they felt their only option was to spend eternity in the silence of their graves. I wonder if the final act answered their questions or they are still screaming in darkness.
I hope I never understand.