I knew a kid, and we knew eachother through similar interest in a hobby, as many others did. I believe myself and many others considered him a friend - he was always nice, giving good advice, and to the point. Noone can image why, but on October 4, he hung himself in his basement - he was only seventeen. Hundreds have been grieving, and when I first found out, I cried for a bit - over someone I'd never met in person, as others admitted to too. Whenever I think about it I just get a horrible, dark feeling that comes over me and makes me want to cry, throw up, and kill myself just to end the feeling all at the same time. I can't even imagine what it must've been like for people who knew him closely, especially his family. I don't know what could compel him to do this - he never really shared his feelings with his parents. Well, whatever it was I hope he's free from it now. I just wanted to share this with some people who'd listen and be understanding.
I'm so sorry, happy-banana. Too often people hide dark secret misery within themselves, and don't let others see it until it's too late.
sad as it is many happy ppl kill them selfs .mainly cause they arnt really happy its all to keep aperances ,making them even more unhappy ,and u never realize this till its to late .thats why ppl must be nice to each other because u never know what the other person is relly feeling. u say that sometimes when u think of it u feel like killing ur self and stuff ? dont ! live ur life happily for the one that couldnt ,keep your chin up !!hope this helps big hug
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.
Strangely, we just read that poem in school... Like, to talk about a suicide that happened a month ago...And yeah, it does show that people may always seem happy and better than you, but they have their own problems, so don't always look up to them.
I remember contemplating suicide back when I was 14. No one else knew that I thought that, and to this day, no one who knows me personally has ever heard that. I hardly even tell anyone that that was a VERY depressing and disturbing year for me. I never went through and made an attempt or got to the point of trying to convince myself to do it, but my point is that it's often not obvious and there may be small things in a person's life that seem so significant to them that they think about doing that sort of thing. Just 2 cents from a person who may have gone through something similar to that guy.
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