R.I.P: Bruce Rice

(This is about my uncle, who just hung himself a few months ago... RIP Bruce, we miss you! :'((( )

Every night you're crying,
Every night that I'm in bed.
I really should have seen,
I heard your screaming in my head.

I knew that you were troubled,
And I knew that you were stressed.
It should have been expected,
Can't believe I didn't guess.

Though I'm not the one who jumped,
Or kicked the stool away,
Still there's more I could've done,
I should've found a way.

Tried and tried and tried again,
To talk and talk you down.
It's obvious it didn't work,
I just don't know how.

Why a way so violent?
Why with so much pain?
Why'd you have to leave us?
Do you see us with disdain?

Aren't we even worth the care,
Of sending a goodbye?
What would make you do this?
Cause I know it wasn't pride.

Why couldn't you have asked for help,
Or called an S.O.S?
Why'd you have to keep it in?
Why did you suppress?