Save yourself, I'll hold them back

I never really expected art school to take me anywhere, I guess I wasn't good at anything else at the time. To be in a band you had to know more than the chords for Sweet home Alabama and I couldn't even manage that. My kid brother on the other hand could lay the guitar in the dark and sound perfect. Art was an escape but it didn't get me out of my head for very long but I guess that's why whiskey is so accessible.

I heard the news this afternoon about a plane crashing into the Twin towers in New York and ever since, no amount of paint could cover up the pain that was inflicted to all those people, the deafening silence that fell soon after planted a small seed of rage inside me.
Its hard to look out the window without all the pain crashing over me like a wave and somehow the curtains fail to shield me from the blow.

I struggled to hear my own thoughts over Mikey playing his bass above the basement. The scribbles sprawled across my note book suggested that I need to find my calling, I need to find the music, so I guess I'm gonna go upstairs.
We're gonna be louder than the pain, for the lost who feel the suffering outside their window too.

Notes

Hello my lovelies,
I tried to envision Gerard in his room thinking over all the things he could do to make people hear something other than the media and shit idk,
I'm recovering from another bout of writers block so I'm trying not to produce complete garbage.
There's probably no one reading but at least I have an outlet I guess.
y'all keep being y'all :)