It pains me to see people leave this earth early with so much life ahead of them. In the years I remember, there were kids I knew who passed from the ages 14-25 in illness or accidents. Short from their prime, not even reaching half of their lifespan, there is so much life to be lived. In all fatalities, there is nothing that will kill you more than an accidental drug overdose. The day you begin the habit, you are already dying. You don't have to do it once, twenty times, or even 100 times before you kill yourself.
We've all experienced different forms of depression in our lives and we all take different directions handling it. I've known many people who only turned to drugs as their source of satisfaction. The satisfaction will only solve a temporary solution that will become a lifelong problem. All you want to do is care for and love those people because that is all they need. In their controlling mind, they don't see how many people care for them. Give off energy of love, always.
I've experience the pain, agression, and depression before with the sickness of wanting to take my own life. Everyday that goes by, I am still in disbelief of how I am here, in the flesh, enjoying life today. Eight years ago, I hated the world and couldn't imagine my life any other way. As cliche as this sounds, things always get better through time. Change did not happen overnight, a week, a month, or even a year. It took years.
In respects to a recent passing, I greive for those wholeheartedly for my mutal connection to them, their existence; someone who once spoke, someone who thinked, dreamed, and for being a friend/brother/sister/daughter/son. Death does not wait for no one, but you can outrun in from getting to you too soon.