Lying

For the past two days I've been thinking about lying. What is it exactly?

Supposedly, its telling something other than the truth. But what if it was an accidental lie? You thought something was true, but it ended up not being? Or what if you were lying to protect someone? What if you were lying, so you didn't hurt someone? Is that really considered lying?


What if everyone just told you the flat-out truth? What would the world be like? ...Honestly, that just gave me a huge new story idea... anyway, back to the subject.

How many people lie everyday? How many faces that you pass are just faking a smile? How many people, underneath, are crumbling? How many people lie to your face everyday?

I try not to lie. My parents know almost everything about me. Lately, I've wondered if I could lie to them. I tried, twice. I could. And I can only imagine how many others lie to the parents daily. Maybe it's to protect their drug habit, maybe so they don't get in trouble, maybe so their family doesn't fall apart, maybe so they don't get kicked out of the house, or maybe, it's because they don't want anyone to know they are falling apart.


I hate lying. Especially to my mom. I've lied only about four times to my mom. I'm glad I can tell her things. But sometimes I don't want to, so I avoid the subject.

Maybe you want to know why I've been thinking about lying. The other day my best friend said an accidental lie. It hurt me to know my best friend could lie to me and I couldn't tell.

I talked to her about it later, and she said, "If I really wanted to, I could lie to you." She has no idea how much that statement made my heart jump. I already know she used to be suicidal, what if she's lying when she says she's not? We have a mutual friend, and I'm afraid she cuts. It just made me think, how many people I talk to lie about how they are?

A girl post depressing status on facebook, no one comments, next week that girl is gone. When asked, her friends say, "But she never told us anything was wrong." "She said she was okay."
Where were they when their friend needed them to see through her lies?

The website sixbillionsecrets.com terrifies me, because who knows who's secrets they are. What if they're what's really inside my best friend's heart and I can't see it?

Meaning Behind It All

I have a song that uses those lyrics ^^^ yes, random I know.
Anyway, I'm here to explain the title of my blog aka the meaning behind it.
I really love this whole blogging thing, I just want to type and type and type some more, maybe I'm just strange...

Okay, back on task. My blog is called "Beautifully Broken." Why?
Ever heard the song Broken & Beautiful by Mark Schultz? If you have, great, it's truly a very good song! My blog would be called Broken and Beautiful but that's stealing the title, so it's Beautifully Broken. It implies how all of us are broken. Just look around you, that girl in seventh period with the love for cookies: she's really a terrified victim. That girl every calls a s***, she's really just looking for love she doesn't find at home. That girl who seems to be so strong: she's really falling apart and at her last resort. The mom who voulenteers for everything : A women lost in depression. The lady you passed in the grocery store: a women struggling with her past. That guy in black standing on the corner, some say he's a stoner, but he's really just trying to escape the lies.

Every single one of us is broken. Or we used to be. Of six billion people in this world, around half struggle with depression or thoughts of suicide. I created this blog, since I do not have the means of creating a website. I want with all my heart to create a website devoted to helping those who are struggling. Yes, we have organizations like TWLOHA, and websites like sixbillionsecrets, but TWLOHA supports are few and far between. And sixbillionsecrets is a site where your secret has to be voted on just to be published. No one gets the help they need.

So here I am, I want to start something new, something real, something that will help! I was there, I was broken, suicidal, God saved my life. I don't want Beautifully Broken to shove God down people's throats. No way. I want people to stand up! Step up! Be heros! Those of us who are no longer broken, those of us who know how to over come things, to reach out!

Teen suicide rates have gone up. I know at least two of my best friends have thoughts like that daily, two of three! I strive to be there for my friends, anytime they need it. And I'm not stopping there. I'm going to start this revolution if it takes everything I've got! Starting with this blog, maybe people will join me, maybe they won't, maybe my words will give someone hope, either way I'm doing it. If anyone needs someone to talk to, email me. I will check every single day. Maybe no one will even read this, but it still will not stop me. Because lives can and will be saved, but it takes a hero to change the course of history. That, is the meaning behind this blog.0