friends that you could tell your woes to.
Sadly the demons that drove him to make such great music eventually
drove him to take his own life.
The living, often abuse those that have taken their own lives.
Accusing them of being selfish. But I think what drives garden variety
depression to the deepest depths is shame. The shame of the weight
that ones blues bear on the world. The shame of calling friends and
finding them unavailable or "sick of your shit". The shame of wearing
out your friends.
The act of suicide can be a misguided attempt to remove their own
blackness from what seems an otherwise functional happy world. And
free those they care about.
So if you've got a friend with the blues just take a moment to hold
their hand until the light returns. In the big scheme of things it's a
small price to pay for the gifts of sensitive hearts.
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