Jul 2018
What did he just say? No, that can’t be right. One missing? But we are all here. Right?
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
He is right… This was supposed to be a joyous day. The last test of the year. But here they stand. The teacher's, the curator, the principal and a priest… This priest. Like an omen he stood there, an augur, telling of grief to come.
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
Slowly the news start to sink in… One is missing… And then it hits… The room falls silent. Just one moment ago everyone was sprouting with anticipation. Now we are frozen.
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
It’s him. He is missing. No. Impossible, he can’t be gone. We still need him here. That's right, you are important right here right now, without you we are not whole.
... forty one, forty two, forty three… You are missing…
When I first came here I lived in a bubble, had no friends and no interest in making them. You saw me. You bursted my bubble. You saved me.
I did not see you. I saw the signs, I did not act on them. The jokes… They were only jokes, but jokes are a dangerous thing for there are always some truth behind them.
... forty one, forty two, forty three… You are missing…
The most heartbreaking sound in the world is the crack in a person's voice right as they are about to cry. Today I heard that sound. Our teacher. She who always held us to high standards and she whom helped us reach those standards. She spoke to me and her voice cracked.
... forty one, forty two forty three… You are missing…
Taking one's life. I never understood the term. Taking? Someone who commits suicide clearly does not want it anymore, so why the word take?
Today I understood the meaning. The sound made me understand. When you take your life, you do not take it from yourself. You take it from us. Your friends and family. The ones who are left. You take it away from them.
A scar never to fully heal. An empty space, never to be filled.
... forty one, forty two forty three… You are missing…
Good night sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
He is right… This was supposed to be a joyous day. The last test of the year. But here they stand. The teacher's, the curator, the principal and a priest… This priest. Like an omen he stood there, an augur, telling of grief to come.
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
Slowly the news start to sink in… One is missing… And then it hits… The room falls silent. Just one moment ago everyone was sprouting with anticipation. Now we are frozen.
Forty one, forty two, forty three… One is missing…
It’s him. He is missing. No. Impossible, he can’t be gone. We still need him here. That's right, you are important right here right now, without you we are not whole.
... forty one, forty two, forty three… You are missing…
When I first came here I lived in a bubble, had no friends and no interest in making them. You saw me. You bursted my bubble. You saved me.
I did not see you. I saw the signs, I did not act on them. The jokes… They were only jokes, but jokes are a dangerous thing for there are always some truth behind them.
... forty one, forty two, forty three… You are missing…
The most heartbreaking sound in the world is the crack in a person's voice right as they are about to cry. Today I heard that sound. Our teacher. She who always held us to high standards and she whom helped us reach those standards. She spoke to me and her voice cracked.
... forty one, forty two forty three… You are missing…
Taking one's life. I never understood the term. Taking? Someone who commits suicide clearly does not want it anymore, so why the word take?
Today I understood the meaning. The sound made me understand. When you take your life, you do not take it from yourself. You take it from us. Your friends and family. The ones who are left. You take it away from them.
A scar never to fully heal. An empty space, never to be filled.
... forty one, forty two forty three… You are missing…
Good night sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
This one goes out to my good friend who left us too early. Good night sweet prince, and flights of Angels sing tee to thy rest.
(17/M/Sweden)
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