The sound of a gunshot
Rips across my screen
He writes with one shot
His worries will cease     soon he’ll be free  

It feels like a cry for help   a desperate plea
A veiled message that he
Is a man deeply struggling  

Fingers flying across the keyboard
Comments flood his post
Bruh, are you ok
Please don’t do this to your family
Text 988
I’ve been through this too
Call me if you need me
Man, I’m praying for you

He deletes the post    makes a new status update
Just quoting the lyrics of a song
Sorry for making you think
Something is wrong  

I type the lyrics in the search bar
Hit the play button    dark video fills my screen
Heart beats as fast as the frantic tempo
Of the rap song blaring from my speakers
Mind playing tricks on me  

I can’t watch the end of the video   hurriedly close its tab
Because my mind is telling me
Man, this bruh is not well