No art again - I'm sorry about that. But I'm writing you this time in regards to a very special little pony.
See, there's this colt named Michael. He's really young - he's only barely got his cutie mark. Recently, he started getting teased at school for liking a show made for fillies. Other ponies started calling him gay, because he liked 'girly' things. They picked on him relentlessly, Princess Celestia, and it's absolutely terrible.
But what's even more terrible is that Michael lost hope. Michael started to think that maybe, nopony in the world cared about him. Like it was never, ever going to get better.
Princess Celestia, Michael tried to take his own life.
It's hard even to write that, Princess. Have you heard of anyone doing it before? It's called 'suicide'. As a pony with depression, sometimes I think about it too, but I've never tried to do it. I've always known that there are ponies out there who love me, that they would miss me. That it would hurt them if I disappeared. I can't imagine what it must be like to be so far gone, to be so sad and so hurt, that you would actually do it.
The good news is that Michael survived, Princess. His family saved him. But they don't know if he's ever going to wake up. Right now, he's being kept alive by machines and unicorn magic, in a hospital where they can keep him breathing and give him nutrients, but they think he might have brain damage. They might not know for months, or years, if he'll ever be able to wake up.
It's just so sad, you know? For something as silly as liking something made for girls, ponies thought it was okay to push another pony to the point where he wanted to die.
I don't really know what to do or say - I wish there were something I could do to help. I want to reach out to Michael's family. I heard somepony is running a charity where you can donate art. Do you think I should do that?
Your faithful subject,
Midnite Brite
Midnite Brite
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