Not all heroes wear capes

Story by Daniela Correa, staff writer

Music is the best escape there is. It brings out sides of us that not even ourselves knew we had. Music lets our soul come out for a peak of the world. It makes us forget all of our problems and helps us overcome them. Music is one of the sweetest things about this world. It beats love to the punch line.

I know most of you are thinking of Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, and One Direction. But they aren’t the only ones out there, like Oliver Skyes (Bring Me The Horizon), Vic Fuentes (Pierce The Veil), Austin Carlile (Attack Attack! and Of Mice & Men), Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens), and Mitch Lucker (Suicide Silence).

These bands don’t talk about “slowing down the song,” or “her daddy being a dentist.” Their lyrics have true meaning to what it means to be alive. Most of the artist have suffered themselves through the pain of being an outcast. They know the pain that we all feel when our girlfriends/boyfriends break up with us, when our family is about to fall apart, and they choose us to lean on––when we just want to die from humiliation and bullying, when we start to think that there is no way out.

I’m not trying to trash anyone because I don’t know them, but honestly some of these big time artist have always had life handed to them on a silver platter. They have never really endured the pain of losing true love because all of that stuff is “private.” Only a true idol is strong enough to speak about his flaws and weaknesses. A true warrior is brave enough to tell their story.

These warriors have shown me something that no one else could; they showed me that no matter how broken I feel, I’m not. Because everything that breaks can always be put back together, and they keep proving that by being almost broken themselves.

Music has saved my life more times than I can count. Whenever I felt like giving up, a song would remind me that I wasn’t the only one in the world that’s suffering. Only some people will get what I’m talking about, but those few know exactly how it feels.

Words are so powerful; someone could save the world with them. But only few know how to put them together to make that big difference.

Over the last few years, I have learned that not all heroes wear capes and spandex. But tattoos, piercings, tank-tops and, a very special one, wings.

Rest in peace, Mitch Lucker.