He was such an hero, to take it all away. We miss him so, That you should know, And we honor him this day. He was an hero, to take that shot, to leave us all behind. God do we wish we could take it back, And now he's on our minds. Mitchell/Time was an hero, to leave us feeling like this, Our minds are rubber, our joints don't work, Our tears fall into abyss. He was an hero, to take that shot, In life it wasn't his task, He shouldn't have had to go that way, before a decade'd past. Now he sits there in my heart, this hero of mine, Always there to make me smile, Make me feel just fine. He had courage,that boy did, courage in his heart. To take that shot, To end his pain, To tear us all apart. But in the end, he died in courage. Lacking, nevermore, He died a hero, Mitchell/Time did, And we'll love him forevermore. We love you like a brother. We miss you so much. We will always love you, kid. Rest In Peace Mitch/Time. ~Lila
Mitchell Henderson, a 13 year old cracker boy, (died April 20, 2006) was an hero (not to be confused with no hero) who supposedly killed himself over losing an iPod, listening to Morrissey, and getting bullied for being a wimpy white kid. The phrase an hero has since become a term for a person that causes a lollercoaster via suicide.