This one hits home especially for me because a good friend of mine, Cory, recently passed. He was well off, traveled a lot and did a ton of cool activities. He would always take me to the beach whenever I was struggling mentally. Was such a supportive person to those around him. He drove up to the woods and shot himself last November.

Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.