Eulogy for a suicide

[hopeless87]

Written for my little sister whom had just lost a close friend. The friend she lost was a 13 year old boy whose 16 year old sister also committed suicide a year earlier.

Eulogy for a suicide

Yesturday she stirred. She was unhappy and she was in pain. Her options were few and her soul was bare. Through the silent peace of waking hours she felt a small place where the world didn't hurt. So warm was this place and so trusting it felt that she wished everything could be so calm.

Today she thought. There lay in her view nothingness and hopelessness. Her heart felt cold and heavy as would a stone feel in the arms of a man sinking into dark waters. There is peace and there is warmth in this place she found, the place between awake and a dream. That is where she belong, with no one to judge her and no one to disturb her brief glimpse of happiness.

Tomorrow she will go. She's chosen her route and there's no turning back. Behind the lids of her eyes lay the only refuge, her sanctuary from a life she never asked for and indeed never wanted. She thought, if this be what my life is about then I want none of it.

Forever she'll ache. The childâEUTMs eye that lead her search for peace lacked the wisdom to see the truth. The truth that no peace lies within the dream. The truth that her options were all around her yet her secluded heart lead her away from. The truth that the real peace is and always will be only found through her pain and NEVER around it. This pain, her pain is not hers anymore. She's not around to help and be helped by those that loved her.

The weight of this pain has not gone because it was not transversed, no this pain cannot die with her and so it finds its way into the hearts of those that would give anything to show her the truth. That she was loved, her life had purpose that her young mind had yet to learn, and that indeed as time went past that life would have been honored in its passing. She stirred and so because of her actions, he stirred.

A soul wrought with discord cannot rest in peace. That warmth, that beautiful small place between awake and a dream, is your heart's elation at the fact that it was given this one more chance to make things right and to bring harmony to a troubled life. It is certain that no dream is beautiful unless you awaken to the chance to make it a reality.

I mourn, not for what has taken place but for what will never get that chance to take place in the future, I mourn.

[4urentertainment]

I got goosebumps at this line:

She stirred and so because of her actions, he stirred.

And it was only here that I realized the entire eulogy wasn't about the boy who just died, but about the girl who did a year earlier.

I really liked this, and liked how you began by justifying the reasoning behind doing something like this, but enforcing what a mistake it is.

Thank you for writing this.