About a week and a half ago we got our school yearbooks. My friend and I were flipping through it together when we came across a memorial page. (To protect his identity I'll call him John). There was a big picture of him with his name. I'm sad to say that through my years in high school and middle school, there have been a few other student and teacher deaths. But this one was different because we had no idea that a student had died this year. There was no announcement, nothing to inform us that John was never coming back or tell us how they brought in a grief counselor whose doors would be open for anyone to come get support. Being a curious person, I wanted to know more of his story. So I took a picture and sent it to my boyfriend who knows a lot more people than I do. Expecting him not to know anything either, I was completely shocked when my boyfriend said that John was his friend from the student support group. My school has a student support office. I've had horrible experiences with the permanent therapist. They do absolutely no outreach, so most students don't even know about. But there was a support group specifically designed for students with suicidal thoughts. It was pretty much invitation only but the fact that they had it all is at least better than nothing. I've been lucky enough to have parents who can pay for my therapists, medications, and IOP programs. Most of the students in that group weren't as lucky so the weekly support group became a big help. But guess what? They canceled it on account that the intern who ran got a new job. Neither of the two on-campus therapists cared enough to keep it going. They turned their backs on these kids who so badly needed them. John's death came as a really big surprise to my boyfriend because no one knew. He found out his friend died through a yearbook picture months after not knowing where John had gone. I dug around some more and found out how he'd died. Suicide. John died four months after the support group was canceled. He died. He died and they knew he was suicidal. Every kid in that group was. They turned their backs and didn't even care. Nothing in this school has changed. They had no wake-up moment and started doing actual outreach. They have the ability to do so and they didn't. No one cares, John in their eyes is nobody. I don't understand how this happens. He was only seventeen. And they might have been able to stop this. He's never going to meet the love of his life, never going to get a job he'd enjoy, never going to get what life might be like once he regained control of his mental illness. And they might have been able to stop this. I don't even know how to cope with this. Even when I brought this up to my therapist, she brushed it off too just like everyone else. This has just rocked me to my core. I feel so betrayed from society and my school. Because in the end it just doesn't seem like anyone cares when it actually comes down to it.