A 17 year-old boy commited suicide
this week.
His brother was on my boyfriend's
soccer team.
He was 17
years-old.
He was a great
student, and was a
star lacrosse
player.
He had a girlfriend, and their anniversary was
today.
Everyone loved
him;
but something just wasn't right.
His mom walked into his room to find him
dead.
His 15 year-old brother had to see his own flesh
and blood,
dead.
Killing yourself doesn't just hurt you;
it hurts anyone with a conneciton to you.
Stay strong, keep holding
on...
because you
mean more to someone
than you will ever know.
I don't
know.
Maybe, maybe
I just need someone.
Someone to tell me that it's all going to be okay.
Not someone to try and give me advice,
not someone that is going to try and piece together
what's wrong.
Just someone that will tell me it gets better.
Someone that can reassure me that it will all turn out okay, in
the end.