Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be, cuz yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been.
-"Never Had a Dream Come True," SClub7
Sometimes, life gets to be too much for some people. They can remember the past, the good times, but the hard times that they are going through are too painful, and the future only looks like a black hole, a massive destructive thing that is eating away at them. That's when they see only one option: suicide.
These people are heroes, in their own dark way. In fiction, they're called tragic heroes, the ones written about who fail at their task or journey, the ones who are used as examples for everyone else. Their deepest, darkest feelings get to them and win the war, causing them to give up. But no one likes to think about what is actually going through their minds when they fail. Perhaps it's because we are dislike dark things.or perhaps it's because we understand those thoughts, we have the very same thoughts every day. We merely get past them, while these "heroes" push them aside until they are consumed by them. We fear that we, too, could be a tragic hero.
We do not like to admit that these heroes are sometimes the most amazing people, who allowed themselves to be overcome by dark thoughts because they ignored them in the first place to make everyone else happy. So many wonderful, beautiful beings are consumed by this darkness, the ones who always make us laugh, who help us to forget the bad times and have fun.
Beyond this point is the story of one of those truly beautiful people, who never realized what he meant to the world and the world did not understand what he was to it until it was too late. This is his story, told from his side, for those who do not understand. He did not know how much we loved him, how he made our lives wonderful, how we would miss him. It will always be believed that he would not have gone through with it if he had only realized how much he would hurt us.he would have bourn that pain, that hurt, that darkness.for us. Please read on, spread his story in hopes of preventing another wonderful life from being destroyed.
*In loving memory of Paul G. Avery, his light leaving only a dark void in our lives on March 1, 2001.*
I've lost all sense of time
And so my road can never be, cuz yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been.
-"Never Had a Dream Come True," SClub7
Sometimes, life gets to be too much for some people. They can remember the past, the good times, but the hard times that they are going through are too painful, and the future only looks like a black hole, a massive destructive thing that is eating away at them. That's when they see only one option: suicide.
These people are heroes, in their own dark way. In fiction, they're called tragic heroes, the ones written about who fail at their task or journey, the ones who are used as examples for everyone else. Their deepest, darkest feelings get to them and win the war, causing them to give up. But no one likes to think about what is actually going through their minds when they fail. Perhaps it's because we are dislike dark things.or perhaps it's because we understand those thoughts, we have the very same thoughts every day. We merely get past them, while these "heroes" push them aside until they are consumed by them. We fear that we, too, could be a tragic hero.
We do not like to admit that these heroes are sometimes the most amazing people, who allowed themselves to be overcome by dark thoughts because they ignored them in the first place to make everyone else happy. So many wonderful, beautiful beings are consumed by this darkness, the ones who always make us laugh, who help us to forget the bad times and have fun.
Beyond this point is the story of one of those truly beautiful people, who never realized what he meant to the world and the world did not understand what he was to it until it was too late. This is his story, told from his side, for those who do not understand. He did not know how much we loved him, how he made our lives wonderful, how we would miss him. It will always be believed that he would not have gone through with it if he had only realized how much he would hurt us.he would have bourn that pain, that hurt, that darkness.for us. Please read on, spread his story in hopes of preventing another wonderful life from being destroyed.
*In loving memory of Paul G. Avery, his light leaving only a dark void in our lives on March 1, 2001.*