When we die, we end up pretty much the same way: in a hole in the ground. If you are fancy and alive two hundred years ago, then you might be able to get a crypt; in the end though, we all die.
However, everything before that is what matters to us. As humans, we can be selfish and we want to be accepted. Some people may have the best lives while others, not so much.
A lot of people have things about them that they can’t help about themselves. It is a part of them - ingrained in them and they wouldn't want it any other way; however, some people feel the need to destroy people who are different, who don’t follow the ‘norm’ of society.
It starts off with one person noticing or knowing something about the other person. This one person will tell their friends and start to gossip about the person in question. They would throw side-glances at this person, giggle every time he/she walked the corridor, and follow them relentlessly until one of them decides to speak up about the matter that really should not matter to them. Everyone will stare as this group torments him/her and, yet, no one will do anything about it.
One day, you’ll notice that the person being bullied is no longer their usual self. You could sometimes see this person every now and again, before the bullying started, in class or outside of class. You would see all the little quirks about them and how they used to laugh or smile at the littlest of things. That same person is no longer the same person you would see out and about. He/she is withdrawn, walks slowly, looks tired, and probably always wears long sleeves. Needless to say, you didn't know that he/she was depressed, cried himself/herself to sleep at night, was doing poorly in school, and was cutting themselves in their bathroom at night.
But you knew about the bullying.
You didn’t know what it was about, but you knew.
And you didn’t try to stop it.
A few weeks later, you’ll notice that the person being bullied is no longer in school. You think that the person in question may have gone to a different place, moved away from this terrible place.
And then you get the news.
He/she killed him/herself.
Everyone is rounded up and someone has told you the news and what life was like for him/her. You look around to find the people who bullied the person sitting in a corner, looking miserable and distraught. And that was when you heard why the person was being bullied.
‘He/she was part of LGBT community.’
LGBT lives matter - they are the same as anyone else you know. They cannot help who they are; it is who they are. Do not turn your back on someone because you don’t know his or her story. Do not make them feel like an outcast because they have a different sexual orientation to you.
They are not different.
They are not things.
They are not targets.
They are people.
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