Recently at the school I previously attended a young boy there took his own life. Now, in the news this has been happening often, and it is just sad and depressing that these... kids had lost all hope in the world, that they lost their spirit and decided to turn their lives off. But what these kids didn’t realize are the people they left behind are now grieving for their lost souls. These innocent, battered souls killed by their own hands.
Now the remaining think, "I could have stopped this," everyone who has had any connection with the deceased suddenly see what they could not previously. They see they could have easily saved the poor souls from the most permanent extermination.
The worst part is, for many this is true. In the case of the young people that have taken their lives earlier in the month/year a majority of them were gay, and were ridiculed for this. Now, how could people be so cruel, yes, death is dramatic for being bullied. But, still, there is nothing wrong with gay persons, they are just the same as everyone else; even the Greeks were gay. There is nothing genetically, or biologically wrong, nothing emotionally wrong either. But yet, the people decided that being gay meant they deserved cruelty, and in the media's eyes no one helped the bullied kids from their bullies. And yet, in my school, we are much more accepting.
Who cares if someone's gay? That doesn’t change them as a PERSON. At my old school, the young boy, from what I can collect, had major depression and was broken up with by his girlfriend. He had written a goodbye message on his facebook, at most 10 days EARLIER. How had no one seen this? It was clearly a goodbye, but no one had the sense to pay attention, to wonder why those words were written, to help. So, thus young boy gave up. He's dead. Never will ever live, never will wake up to an alarm every morning and climb into the bus, then depart from the bus to school. He will never walk into those doors, feeling either a rush, or complete exhaustion. He will never walk through the halls, saying hi to those he knows, giving his (former) girlfriend a kiss and a hug. He will never sit in his classes and learn. He will never turn in his homework on time; in fact he won’t turn it in at all. He’s dead. He will never walk quickly to lunch, excited to socialize with all of his friends. He will never sit and devour his food.
No, instead his body will lie in its coffin, in its grave. He will be eaten by microorganisms and bugs. But it’s not HIM. It’s his dead body; the essence of HIM is gone. Gone, somewhere unknown. This boy gave up on the world. He decided that life could not improve, never. Or maybe his mind was in the present day, and he didn’t even give a second thought to the future, because he believed he had none, so there was no point in even BOTHERING. And now, look what happened. He’s gone. Never to return, that innocent boy is dead. Exterminated by his own hand. And someone could have easily shown kindness to him, and then maybe he would be alive now, just maybe. Maybe he could have stood strong among the depression and the pressures of live. Maybe instead of causing all of his friends and family grief, he would cause them joy and excitement. Maybe he could have succeeded, and met his love.
The perfect girl for one so innocent. But now that girl has no match... and will have to unknowingly settle for second best.
good luck to all who are affected.
