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Think … January 7, 2012

 

So you want to kill yourself?

 

Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning only to find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your best friends? They’re not going to care. Right? No.

 

What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive.

 

While your best friend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one.

 

Who organizes your funeral?

 

Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves.

 

See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what

might have happened tomorrow.

 

You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your best friend then falls into depression.

 

Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homosexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first.


There’s no coming back.

 

And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like used to when they had you.

 

You are beautiful.

 

And you are

never

ever

alone.

   

(via RIP Harrison Chase Brown on FB)

   

 

make it stop January 6, 2012

   


   

Make It Stop
(September’s Children)

   
   


Woah, woah.

Bang, bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Then gone forever.
It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?

Think back to the days we laughed.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.

What God would damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?

What God could make it stop?
Let this end.
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It’s come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

Bang, bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun’s loaded.
Push me and I’ll push back.
I’m done asking, I demand.

From a nation under God,
I feel its love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Born me, no I can’t change.

It’s always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let’s prove them wrong.

Make it stop.
Let this end,
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It’s come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.

The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget?
The gatherings hold candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?

We’re calling for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.


Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Make it stop,
Let this end.
This life chose me, I’m not lost in sin.
But proud I stand of who I am,
I plan to go on living.

Make it stop,
Let this end,
All these years pushed to the ledge,
But proud I stand, of who I am,
I plan to go on living

   
   

   
   

September’s Children

   
   
   

Tyler Clementi, 18

Billy Lucas, 15

Harrison Chase Brown, 15

Cody J. Barker, 17

Seth Walsh, 13

Raymond chase, 19

Felix Sacco, 17

Caleb Nolt, 14

Asher Brown, 13

   
   
   

   

Rise Against

Endgame

   

 

The Daily Hotness – Zachary Quinto November 1, 2011

   

   

   

Zachary Quinto at IMDB

Zachary Quinto at wiki

Official site

Actor Zachary Quinto comes out in honor of bullied teen

What’s Your Number?

Margin Call

Before After

Heroes

Star Trek

Robot Chicken

So noTORIous

Crossing Jordan

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Six Feet Under

   

 

#NationalComingOutDay October 11, 2011

   

   

   

National Coming Out Day

Human Rights Campaign

Gay Family Values blog

It Gets Better

The Trevor Project

Thin Spiral Notebook – Coming Out

Southern Law Poverty Center and Truth Wins Out Launch …

 

#Lifelines October 8, 2011