Friday, April 10, 2009

   Every Day
In life we all suffer, we all laugh, and we all cry. But I knew a boy who knew no such thing as pain and he never cried, he lived a nasty life but that didn't stop him from smiling. This was how everyone saw him, even his older brother who was his best friend in the world. No one really saw how hurt and broken he really was, until it was too late. Five years ago on April 10th he hung himself in his bedroom. His older brother worried that he had fallen and gotten hurt went to check on him and found his body hanging.
The funeral was held two days later, his older brother walked up to the podium and he spoke, saying these words "Every day is a good day to live for, even if something bad happens, because you can learn from what happen, and life gets better and you will be able to understand it more clearly. This my brother taught me."
His older brother vowed he would live those words, but he wasn't able to. He lost himself in his depression and eventually saught comfort in herion, which nearly took his life. He also saught comfort in cutting his wrist each night and downing a bottle of alcohal. It was a tragic thing, he was only 12 years old and the only life he knew was the herion and alcohal that took him from reality. He didn't care when his mother beat him or when her friend Buck molested him each night, because he thought he deserved it for letting his brother die.
By the age of 14 he was a junkie and an alcoholic. But he didn't care what happened. In his mind he deserved all that pain. One night he overdosed, and he followed that bright blue light that was calling him, but half way down the tunnel he heard someone calling him and he knew he needed to go to it.
He woke up to find himself in the hospital, his friend by his side, with tears streaming down his face. He begged him to stop and with a smile on his face he promised he would never go anywhere near drugs or alcohol, he even threw away his pocket knife.
Years passed, though he had changed his ways, he couldn't let go of that pain he held in his heart for not noticing his brother's pain. Every day he is haunted by the tragic memory of his baby brother.
He had a heart attack one night and the doctors passed it off as his heart condition, but he was really dying of a broken heart, every day a little more of his heart broke off and every day more of his mind slipped away.
He eventually tried to jump and end it all, but his older brother and triplet convinced him otherwise. After his attempted suicide he was placed into the local asylum for the mentally insane where he was locked in a tiny white room, that caused him to loose more of his mind and more of his heart broke.
But no one there cared. He didn't mind. He didn't want to be cared for. He wanted to be left alone for the rest of his life. He wanted it to end. He begged and cried each night and prayed that his life wouldn't be any longer.
After two months of nothing but maddening whiteness, he was released and sent back home.
He lived with his brothers, the only thread that held his sanity together was his little sister, the only person in the world to ever see him cry, but she was gone. And he was hurting. She didn't care.
Eventually the only one he could lean on was his best friend, but then they came down with cancer, and were slowly leaving. Then his heart broke completely and he was given a new one by his triplet. Somehow he knew this was God's doing and that God gave him a second chance to make his life better before it was over.

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Can any of you figure out what this is about?

--Strawberry Miyavi--
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