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How They Saved You
wow, this is going to be a hard one for a lot of people.
for me, it was pretty simple, though - I had lost a sense of meaning and direction, basically. noone understood how i felt (ie. i was a 'bitchy teenager'... >.> ) and i couldnt feel anything after awhile - i was so shut off from everything that id forgotten how to live, to put it one way; so I'd reached the point where i'd just started self harming so that i could let out my emotions and try to feel something, and then I heard the Black Parade. suddenly i realised that these guys understood, and that the music made me feel something (even when it meant crying to Famous Last Words every night). so then i explored the rest of their music and they pulled me out of depression... simple enough, but something that makes MCR mean everything to me.
for me, it was pretty simple, though - I had lost a sense of meaning and direction, basically. noone understood how i felt (ie. i was a 'bitchy teenager'... >.> ) and i couldnt feel anything after awhile - i was so shut off from everything that id forgotten how to live, to put it one way; so I'd reached the point where i'd just started self harming so that i could let out my emotions and try to feel something, and then I heard the Black Parade. suddenly i realised that these guys understood, and that the music made me feel something (even when it meant crying to Famous Last Words every night). so then i explored the rest of their music and they pulled me out of depression... simple enough, but something that makes MCR mean everything to me.
I was one of those kids tht became depressed. I was involved in a horrible relationship, i was stuggling with my sexuality, and had verbally abusive parents. I was also tryig desperatly to find out who I was. Things just seemed to be bad all the time. I fell into the vortex of depression. I wrote super morbid poetry, I cut myself, and I started wishing I was dead. I discovered My Chemical Romance maybe a few days before the day I planned to kill myself. I was numb to the world and as the snow fell sigh silently I prepared to die. But as I started to poke the knife into my throat, Cancer came on. I had only listened to it one before, and hasn't really felt anything, so it was a shock when I felt this intense sadness and grief as Gerard sang. My neck was bleeding a little where the blade pierced my skin but I wasn't majorly hurt yet. I put down the knife and cried hysterically. Gerard was singing about himself dying. I loved him so much that the thought of him dying was worse than anything in the universe. My own sorrows felt small compared to this huge raw punch in the stomach that was Cancer. I decided to live that night because I didn't want to be without him. <3
@Toxic Bubbles I think that's almost the same as my situation too.
Everything is going to be okay, never hurt yourself, because you'lle become something one day, and everybody is going to lie about you, start rumours, and put you donwn.
Prove them wrong, and live your life, because that's something not everybody has. because their busy ruining others'.
Everything is going to be okay, never hurt yourself, because you'lle become something one day, and everybody is going to lie about you, start rumours, and put you donwn.
Prove them wrong, and live your life, because that's something not everybody has. because their busy ruining others'.
@SkateLithium, I care about you, and if I ever become famous in a few years, I'm dedicating a song for you. I'm Abigail Renee Totus, future bassist for a future band that's going to be Fallen Sindicate. I'll always love you no matter what, and remember that even though life looks bad, ....
Never mind. I got nothing. I tried, but still love you.
Never mind. I got nothing. I tried, but still love you.
I was the failure in my house. My sister the beautiful athletic one, my brother the baseball jock. My mom loves all all equally, but it was hard to see that then. Because I was the ugly freak whose grades were terrible no matter what she did. The one who was so depressing, ran to her room as soon as she got home so she could read and listen to music. But it got worse. It got so bad that I wanted to kill myself, I would burn myself with whatever thing I had availible. I would cry myself to sleep and the only thing that let me relax enough to sleep was the promise I would kill myself the next week. I was strong enough each day to promise to do it the next day. But I didn't believe I had a future. I was going to break my families heart. I was going to fail life. My step-dad already called me obesse and my family said they didn't know why anyone was my friend. I didn't know why. And it finally got so bad I wasngoing to do it. I was FINALLY going to be free of the bullying from home and school that my mom didn't know was going on. But I found this song 'Teenagers' and it made me dementedly happy. I am not sure how to describe it. But it made me think. Yeah, hurting those who hurt me would make them pay for the things they did. But then I listened to their other songs and for the first time in what seemednlike forever someone told me it was okay to be me. That no matter what, I should live. And to not harm others, to forgive "Because you are better than them, and goddammit, you are much better looking!!!" I don't think anyone, wether they knew me or not, ever said I was beautiful. I don't think anyone said I was okay-looking. (Reader, my mom did say such things, but moms are, like, contractically suposed to say such things.) But to hear it from a stranger's mouth. A beautiful beautiful stranger's mouth, with so much conviction. It made me want to stand up, put the pills down, the lighters, and the flames I considered the only ones to understand me. I found better friends, felt confident enough to come out as lesbian, felt accepted. Isn't it such a sweet story, I heard a song, and it saved my life, from my own hands. Thank-you MCR. Bob, Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray. (I will forever count Bob as a member. Sorry.)
@RedRomRomance
My family is the same way, and I'm always being compared to the other family members, none of them know a single thing about art, and all they ever talk about is sports, and other athletis stuff.
I'm an outcast.
My family is the same way, and I'm always being compared to the other family members, none of them know a single thing about art, and all they ever talk about is sports, and other athletis stuff.
I'm an outcast.
Not sure if I should post the whole thing, because that would take hours to read. So I'll just give the minimum explanation. My parents hate everything about me. I'm a lesbian, I like everything to be morbid or violent, I never smile, and noises like fingernails clicking and chewing make me mad. So my parents always tell me how weird I am and how I shouldn't have friends and I'll go nowhere in life. In school, I'm the outcast. Since 6th grade I cut. By 9th grade last year I was done. I soaked a washcloth in bleach and tied it to my head. The radio happened to be on, and SING came on. I listened to the words and it was like suddenly someone cared. I may not know them, but they cared. I untied the robin I was using and called for help because u was almost unconscious. They kept me alive then, and they keep me sane now.
Well, my life was kinda spilling out over the boat. Everyone in my school thought I was a lesbian even though I wasn't and I was having trouble consentrating. No one knew how I felt, no one listened to me and I was starting to think suicadal thoughts. I was started to give up when I heard the inspirational voice of Gerard Way singing I'm Noit Okay, I was hooked, I started searching anything and everything Gerard and MCR. They saved me from drowning in my own thoughts.
MCR saved me constantly throughout my life. Ever since I was in first grade I was bullied for being different. I got into MCR and the music kept me going. By the time I was in grade 6 I was beaten up a lot, teased relentlessly, and isolated. On top of being abused by my father at home. I hated myself and just wanted to die. But I heard Gerard's voice and I kept on, because he did. In 7 grade I transfered schools and tried to drop my punk/tomboy style. So I stopped listening to my chem. During that time I obsessed over my weight and developed anorexia. By the end of the year I went from 103 llbs. to 90. Then in grade 8 I was battling both anorexia and severe depression. My mother was neglecting both me and my brother, so I had to take care of him. She didn't notice how much weight I was losing. I went back up to 115 llbs over the summer but that year I went down to 93 in the spring, and by the end of the school year 79 llbs. Beside the anorexia I was self harming. But then I rediscovered MCR and gave up everything and focused on my own music and the sweet voice of Gerard Way. Even though I don't self harm anymore the urge hits when my family puts me down or I get bullied at school. But I just put on my chem and turn up the speakers. My physical scars have healed (its been almost 3 years) and I found an escape in writing lyrics. I still use MCR as a rock to hold on to. I love MCR and I want to say..THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME GERARD, MIKEY, RAY, AND FRANK!!! YOU GUYS ARE MY HEROS!!!!! The band might not be together but your music will carry on and continue to save lives.
Mcr saved me... duh. but it was in a really hard part of my life. i was in sixth grade, my grades were dropping, i had no friends, i felt cociopathic and i was about to have spinal surgery. nothing made me happy. Then i heard "Teenagers" on pandora. i was estatic. it made me happy. that year for christmas i got the black parade album and then proceeded to buy 3 cheers and danger days (still in need of the first and last... grr...) they saved me. ive found myself turning to their songs like old friends, there to listen and hold me as i cried. im no longer afraid. my heart has grown bulletproof. ive gained confidence and trust thanks to them. not only have they saved my life... but they saved my sanity. PLUS: I TWEETED GERARD WAY THE LINK TO THIS WEBSITE AND HE SAID HE MIGHT VEIW IT!!!!!
Shit, this is a tough one. But, I guess its good to let stuff out. When I was very young, I went through repeated sexual abuse from one of my dad's brothers, which I never spoke about until early this year - ten years after it actually happened. When I did talk about it to a school counsellor, my close friend found out by going behind my back and reading it on my tumblr (after our specific agreement to leave each other's blogs alone) - I later learned she and another 'friend' were responsible for weird, creepy anons I'd been getting. She accused me of making the entire thing up. She also told other people, and as a group they all pretty much rejected me. I already self-harmed, and had confidence and self-image problems, etc. my dad is also pretty mean and puts me down a lot, abusing me mentally and physically. Anyway, one day I decided I was gonna end it, and I had a load of pills that I'd collected and a blade from a Stanley knife. I had headphones in. I was already a fan of MCR at that point, and Famous Last Words came on shuffle. I dont think I've ever cried so much in my life. The words just got through to me in a way they never had before, and I decided that I wasn't afraid to keep on living. Since then, I've come a long way. I realised, the 'friends' who walked out on me, I didn't need them and I dont let their bullshit affect me. I have all the friends I need, real friends. I haven't properly considered suicide again, I've had my lows but I havent let it destroy me. I've worked hard for myself, planned out my future and decided to help people in my own way, by aiming to study medicine and become a psychiatrist, hopefully to work in a mental institution one day. I owe my life to MCR, and also to the MCRmy. This fanbase is like my second family, and it's through that that I've met some amazing people. Even on this site, I feel loved and I feel like I belong. So eternal thanks to the band, all of you and every other Killjoy out there.
How My Chemical Romance saved my life is that I am always having a hard time in school because of how i look and my learning problems so i would be made fun of cuz im not a good speller and bad at math and more started to give up and i would tell my self that im a crap and fat and dumd and the day I was planing to kill myself i was hearing there music and then i know i am someboam worth
They gave me something to believe in when I was so unsure about my future. They've - indirectly - given me a future.
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11/5/12