I'm not usually one for bullying. I guess I was one of the lucky ones who never was bullied, personally witnessed bullying or bullied anybody, either face to face or over the Internet. But, I have had a few of my friends commit suicide over it. I have had a few friends attempt suicide as well. Pills, slitting wrists, hanging, and one of them suffocated himself... With his birthday balloon. On his birthday. His little brother was the one who found him... it's obviously a huge issue. This video was posted over two years ago, and it's been two years that I haven't missed watching it once a month. This is a powerful story and this issue just shouldn't be. It shouldn't exist. It's preventable. If ANYBODY needs somebody, this app is filled with many good, decent people who will listen. Who will try to help in any way we can. I'm personally one of them. I suck at giving advice, but I'll make the effort lol Nobody should feel alone and friendless.
The whole thing is pretty deep... But where from this part on is where I start to feel myself breaking. Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal But at night While the others slept We kept walking the tightrope It was practice And yes Some of us fell But I want to tell them That all of this shit Is just debris Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought We used to be And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself Get a better mirror Look a little closer Stare a little longer Because there’s something inside you That made you keep trying Despite everyone who told you to quit You built a cast around your broken heart And signed it yourself You signed it “They were wrong” Because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a clique Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth To show and tell but never told Because how can you hold your ground If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it You have to believe that they were wrong They have to be wrong Why else would we still be here? We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog Because we see ourselves in them We stem from a root planted in the belief That we are not what we were called We are not abandoned cars stalled out and Sitting empty on a highway And if in some way we are Don’t worry We only got out to walk and get gas We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It Not the faded echoes of voices crying out Names will never hurt me Of course They did But our lives will only ever always Continue to be A balancing act That has less to do with pain And more to do with beauty.