This past week two people have died from my old high school. I was not close to either of them, but one of them (the one from my grade) is really bugging me. This is not the first time I have known someone to die, I mean I went through my dad, grandma, grandpa, and many other people. (Those were just the closest ones to me) I think the reason it really is bothering me, because he choose to take his life. I was not able to go to the funeral, but a friend that went told me they read his letter he left behind at the funeral. My friend said it basically said this, "he knew he had a beautiful life, and he knew he was loved by wonderful people, but the world was just too horrible and he felt empty and void inside so it was time for his soul to move" I haven't fully figured out why it bugs me so bad...
This kid never seemed like the one that would take his life. He had plans for himself, he wanted kids, he was going to college. He knew his life wasn't bad, but yet he still felt empty and really decided to end it. I don't think he was meant to die either. He had to crash his car, then he started walking, where then he was hit by a car and then another. It took so much for his life to end. I can't imagine what was going on in his mind.
Maybe I wish I could have done something? Maybe I wish I knew him more? Maybe I am just scared that others will choose the same path? Maybe I still just can't believe it? So many questions I wish could be answered.
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