justinbieberthinks:

Sometimes silence is a person’s loudest cry. I’m not one to complain about the things that go on in my life. I grew up thinking I was gonna be a hockey player or some kind of sport’s coach. I didn’t realize having lots of money and singing your butt off was hard work. Sometimes it’s not all about running around on stage. 

Bullies. What is a bully? A bully is a person who uses strength or power to harm or intimidate those who are weaker. Sound familiar? Now, we all go through some kind of intimidation throughout our lives, whether it’s from someone else or even ourselves. Either way, we end up getting hurt somehow. You probably think I’m used to the hate that goes around all over the internet. “You’re gay! You’re a fag! You look like a hot lesbian!” Yeah sure, it’s all fun and games when it’s not you he’s being called that every day. I know it might not hurt you, but it does hurt me. I try to shrug it off. Day after day I get told how much I suck. They tell me I try too hard to become this megastar. Well, whatever you’re doing isn’t really working cause I’m still at the top and people barely remember your name. It isn’t harsh, it’s reality. Well, to some people I guess. I don’t mean to pry; I’m just trying to enjoy my fame as much as possible. Words hurt. What if I wasn’t strong enough? What if I couldn’t brush those insults off my shoulder and I did something that hurt myself? What if I wasn’t strong enough to become the better person? There are thousands of teenagers who suffer with depression. There are thousands of teenagers who commit suicide because of that little word you called them. And to top it all off? You didn’t even say it to their face. You don’t even know them. They don’t even know you. You go around contributing to this worldwide event and you act like it doesn’t matter. Well let’s put a crown on your head and call you royalty cause you pushed one more person off that ledge, off that chair or off that bridge. Yes I am famous, but I’m a person too. I have feelings and I am definitely human. I do cry sometimes when I read these paragraphs of why you hate me. Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? Did I steal your money? Did I punch your best friend in the face? Did I kill your grandma? I’m sorry I’m not your favorite person but it doesn’t give you the right to call me vulgar names. Think twice before you say something over the internet or worse, to someone’s face. You never know what they’re going through. You never know if you’re the reason why they finally fell over the cliff. That person’s silence can be their last and final cry.