Suprisingly unsurpising

Rise Against - Make it stop

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 raise?

Think back, the days we left.
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 it’s love like a cattle prod.
(Born free) I’m born free, but still they hate.
(Born me) I’m 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.
Gathering candles, but not their tongues.

And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood.
We’re coming for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.

Woah, woah.
Woah, woah.
Woah, woah.

(Tyler Clementi, age 18 
Billy Lucas, age 15 
Harrison Chase Brown, age 15 
Cody J. Barker, age 17 
Seth Walsh, age 13)

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

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

To all who have ever been and/or are still bullied for being gay, for being lesbian, for being transgender, for being a tomboy, for liking ballet as a guy, for being shy, for being outspoken, for being smart, for being simply yourself, who ever you may be:

Please don’t give up. Fight. Keep on going. Keep on surviving. Someday surviving will turn into living again. It will. I promise.

Know you are not alone. There are people who love you, who will protect and support you, who will lend you an ear. Who will be a shoulder to cry on and an ally fighting at your side. Seek them out.

Never give up. Never give THEM the satisfaction to know they have beaten you. They certainly don’t make you happy. Why should you then make them happy by giving up?