That's Why I Did It!, chapter 2
'To my sister, our friend, their daughter, a student, here is a poem for you,
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own:
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down time enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
with your life's actions to rehash
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?
By David Morris'
There was a time in my life when I thought that nothing could possible make me want to kill myself. That was back when I started my new school, my senior school. I was really popular and was happy for once in my life. Mind you that was before my parents started hurting me verbally and mentally. You see what happened was, I would get home from school, do my homework, watch TV for a little while then go out with my friends for the rest of the night. But after a month or two my parents started getting annoyed with me, they started shouting at me for reasons I can't explain, mostly because I didn't understand them, or even know what they were. At first I thought it was to do with me not being home much anymore so I started staying home more often but that just made things worse, after that I didn't go home except for dinner and sleep but soon I'd hardly go home at all. Normally I'd go around Alexis's, you see Alexis was like the sister I never had, but always wanted, her parents were really nice and I used to call them mum and dad instead of my own parents.
'Drowning in the hell that we made, I cannot believe that our end is so near' that is the chorus of my favourite song by Roadrunner United. It means that we've created a world that will soon destroy itself; I was one of those people that knew if we made people like Tony Blair and president Bush leaders of the world then we might as well have killed ourselves early. I always hated politics and the governments; they were the reason all the wars go on. They are responsible for all the death in this world.
The more I think about me falling and dieing and how much life I would have had left, I realise that I remember saying 'no I won't jump', but if I said that why did I? What made me do it in the end? Hang on was it even me killing myself? Wait but it wasn't me, now I think about it, it wasn't me, I didn't kill myself someone pushed me didn't they. Yeah! I remember now I was really upset and I was going to do it but then I started to have second thoughts about it and before I could do anything I got pushed. But who would do that? And why? What did I do?
!Killer's Point Of View!
Why did I kill her? I knew she would have done it anyway, but why didn't I try to stop her instead of pushing her? I could have stopped her, I know I could have but I didn't, I should have been able to. 'It's not my fault she's dead' that's what I kept saying but it's a lie and I know it, it was and is my fault she's dead. But I don't understand how or why I would do it? Did she annoy me then or did I just do it? I know it must have been that I couldn't stand and watch her cry then make she wait in suspense like that. But that doesn't seem likely or believable! Why? I can't remember! I just can't!
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own:
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down time enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile.
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
with your life's actions to rehash
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?
By David Morris'
There was a time in my life when I thought that nothing could possible make me want to kill myself. That was back when I started my new school, my senior school. I was really popular and was happy for once in my life. Mind you that was before my parents started hurting me verbally and mentally. You see what happened was, I would get home from school, do my homework, watch TV for a little while then go out with my friends for the rest of the night. But after a month or two my parents started getting annoyed with me, they started shouting at me for reasons I can't explain, mostly because I didn't understand them, or even know what they were. At first I thought it was to do with me not being home much anymore so I started staying home more often but that just made things worse, after that I didn't go home except for dinner and sleep but soon I'd hardly go home at all. Normally I'd go around Alexis's, you see Alexis was like the sister I never had, but always wanted, her parents were really nice and I used to call them mum and dad instead of my own parents.
'Drowning in the hell that we made, I cannot believe that our end is so near' that is the chorus of my favourite song by Roadrunner United. It means that we've created a world that will soon destroy itself; I was one of those people that knew if we made people like Tony Blair and president Bush leaders of the world then we might as well have killed ourselves early. I always hated politics and the governments; they were the reason all the wars go on. They are responsible for all the death in this world.
The more I think about me falling and dieing and how much life I would have had left, I realise that I remember saying 'no I won't jump', but if I said that why did I? What made me do it in the end? Hang on was it even me killing myself? Wait but it wasn't me, now I think about it, it wasn't me, I didn't kill myself someone pushed me didn't they. Yeah! I remember now I was really upset and I was going to do it but then I started to have second thoughts about it and before I could do anything I got pushed. But who would do that? And why? What did I do?
!Killer's Point Of View!
Why did I kill her? I knew she would have done it anyway, but why didn't I try to stop her instead of pushing her? I could have stopped her, I know I could have but I didn't, I should have been able to. 'It's not my fault she's dead' that's what I kept saying but it's a lie and I know it, it was and is my fault she's dead. But I don't understand how or why I would do it? Did she annoy me then or did I just do it? I know it must have been that I couldn't stand and watch her cry then make she wait in suspense like that. But that doesn't seem likely or believable! Why? I can't remember! I just can't!
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