Uncertain

Just a few minutes ago, I learned of the death of someone who was once my friend, then my stalker. Uncertain does not encompass my feelings at present, but it is close. He was an artist, like me. He had mental health issues, like me. He had self-destructive tendencies, like me. He had voices in his head...unlike me. Those were what broke him, I think. I do not claim to know, as I had to block his access to my life after he became threatening a few years back...which he brought upon himself. He's free of them now. He hung himself. 

My tears are for the man he wanted to be, not the man his demons made him.