Today I went to school all happy and cheerful until a teacher came to our class in middle of the lesson and interrupted my teacher, saying
“We’re having an emergency-conference Ruhr after this lesson.”
After the conference was over, our teacher for the next class came to our home room and said
“Children, i have terrible news for you.
A boy from 11th grade, Georg* , killed himself on Sunday…”
I couldn’t bear it to listen any further and I simply started blocking out whatever he said, what everyone else said, I felt completely numb.
Georg remembered every single thing you told him. He remembered my name for the past 2 years although I’m a desperate case with names and always mixed his name up.
He remembered that I play piano & he encouraged me to never stop following that passion.
Georg had an impact and love on so many people-
Georg wasn’t that boy to show his hurt
Georg wasn’t that boy who showed his pain
Georg wasn’t the person who was sad
Georg wasn’t the one who seemed like a victim
George wasn’t the ‘depressed child’
Georg wasn’t the ‘helpless’ one
At least that’s how we all perceived him.
All that we didn’t expect George to be,
Georg didn’t die because he was ‘too weak’ or ‘unmanly’ or immature.
If you ask what he died of -
I am pleading every single one of you,
and I know you are tired of those posts “oh don’t kill yourself cuz-“
We opened a room just for people like me to come in and cry- people who weren’t even “that close” to Georg.
People from all classes came in, brought flowers, candles, everyone came. Everyone is grieving.
But please if you’re reading this,
I’m begging you under tears:
Don’t kill yourself to night.
You have an impact on people,
Georgie had an impact on me.
[* Name changed for obvious reasons ]
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