He Was A Good Person

I have mental pictures of the stress in his handsome young face
But now he's at rest in a far quieter place
He was a good person as I can recall
Though his mental condition led to his downfall,
For too long he had battled his ghosts of despair
And he was one who did know life is not always fair
Years on medication and he seemed to lose all hope
Of living a normal life without drugs he could not cope
With the stress of living he found it too hard strange voices he kept hearing
And people others could not see in his life kept appearing,
Strong drugs could only keep him semi sane his thought patterns grew more scattered
A young man in his twentieth year by life he had been battered
His mum now grieves for her only child who so tragically died
Life for him was too hard to bear and he committed suicide.