"Suicide is not the answer," I told my friend.
But he insisted it was and we lost the quiz by one point.
That is the cutest thing. Oh my god.
"We didn’t jump off; we climbed back up together." That is perfect, I love it.
I will always reblog anything to do with this song.
my point exactly.
I feel terrible for both situations but this guy is a disrespectful prick for posting it on that page. you cant compare apples and oranges and talk down someone else to prove an invalid point. the effort this dude wasted on his bitter comment could have been used towards something else.
The effort put into the entire page could have gone into something more productive. I think it’s disgusting, the amount of attention this gets. People commit suicide and die every fucking day because of bullying yet this girl gets all the attention? It’s bullshit. Yes it’s sad she died. Yes I feel absolutely heartbroken for her poor parents. Am I going to post “rip” as my status and share her picture? Hell fucking no.
There should be pages for ALL the victims not just her.
^ This, this and more of this.
Also, a 14-year old boy is bullied to death for being gay, no one cares. A 15-year old girl is bullied to death for flashing herself on the internet, everyone calls her a beautiful person.
I’m sorry if this sounds ignorant or rude, but I’d rather care for some kid who’s being bullied for being himself, not some idiot who takes an easy way out to escape the consequences of their actions.
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
This is amazing!
I’ve seen so many of these in the last couple days, i cry every time i reblog one. Lord, please help these hurting people!
A little piece of me dies every time I see one of these posts. :(
Pardon the pun, but it’s really depressing.
everything about this is perfect. i’m not posting this so you can try to get it the notes it’s asking for. i’m posting it so those of you who are struggling can read her answer and really take it in. getting notes on a post isn’t going to change your circumstances. you need to work for what you want. i understand depression, i understand struggling, i get that. it’s really, indescribably difficult, i know. but it isn’t impossible to get through.
I wouldn’t call myself an Amity Affliction fan, but I’m definitely a fan of this song.
I’m not too big on post-hardcore music anymore, but whether you like it or not, you should listen. And if you’re contemplating suicide, it’s imperative that you listen and learn from the lyrics.
If you can’t read it:
I don’t think a lot of people understand that Freedom of Speech is NOT an excuse to go around insulting others and telling them to kill themselves b/c they disagree w/ them, don’t have the same taste in music, style, etc. It doesn’t matter if the person annoys the crap out of you and you absolutely despise them. It’s not an excuse.
Damn right. I lose every ounce of respect for a person if they tell someone to kill themselves.
I had a really good friend commit suicide because her grandparents’ death lead to her becoming depressed. All it took was one self-centered asshole telling her to kill herself to push her over the edge.
Moral of the story: your words carry an incredible amount of power. You have the ability to both make and break a person.
the following is a statement from Joel Birch, lead screamer of The Amity Affliction, on their newly released song “chasing ghosts”;
“I wrote Chasing Ghosts as a narrative based wholly around someone that has committed suicide and has passed onto the other side. It’s a story that I hope people will see for what it is; an example in song of why you should turn to someone close and talk instead of taking that last fatal step towards death prematurely. I just want to reiterate to people that once you’re gone, that’s it. There’s no ghosts. There’s no heaven, no hell, just finality and the wreckage left behind in the wake of their decision.”
I really want the ignorant people to know that this is what your so-called “devil music” is singing about… suicide prevention… while societys musical icons such as Lady Gaga and Nicki Minaj are singing about getting drunk, sleeping around and doing drugs. Im sick of being unfairly judged on my musical preferences when its clearly the more moral and decent choice. Music is a form of art, and art is an expression of emotion, and at least from my perspective, hardcore is a hell of a lot more emotional than that modern radio shit… most of it anyway.
So before you judge my music, have a good look at yours and see who’s is REALLY damaging this world.
This is the most incredible music-related post I’ve seen on Tumblr in quite some time. And I totally agree with this; I believe people judge heavy music way too quickly.
Come on guys, Hitler wasn’t all that bad…
After all, he killed Hitler.