I learned this evening that a few days ago, a guy I knew from high school--(three years ahead of me--he was a senior when I was a freshman), a guy that I once had a crush on, a guy who was all the things you wanted to look up to at a young and impressionable age--took his life.
What makes the world grow so dark that a person can't see another way out?
It baffles me. I can't speak to knowing every sort of pain that exists, but I've walked my own dark roads at certain times in my life. I can't imagine, even in the worst of those moments, wanting to end it all.
So much hurt for so many people. Wasted and useless.
It could have been a different story. It should have been a different story.
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