SaraCerealKiller

What can we say about Bob? That he is a great drummer? A good sound tech? That he has the most gorgeous icy blue eyes you've ever seen? These are all true, and there is so much more about him that no story can encompass. We all know him as the drummer for My Chemical Romance; now former member. This is the notion that made us fans go crazy and feel so nostalgic. He left the band. They parted ways. And it hit the fandom harder than anyone would've expected. Why? Because he was loved. We all thought he was bullet-proof. Even when he burnt his leg and got gangrene. Even when his dog, Dixie, was killed. We thought he would stay forever because h

Today was filled with a blank stare That begged to be broken with never ending tears. The day went by, and the world moved on As if nothing were missing As if no one held a broken heart. As if no one cared at all. So many eyes held under sunken skin Red and puffy, scratched and worn thin. Too hard to bare. Too alone to care. And it seems as if nothing at all Could break the silence The silence his departure made. Now with our mouths taped shut, All we can do is cry, and try to hold ourselves together.

I rip my heart out to show you my pain. To show you how many times it has been broken. I don't want you to reject me. I want you to accept who I am. No matter the cost. A million lives shattered. A thousand tear drops remain. A broken heart and a broken soul. I just want to be loved. I want you to care. I want you to be there for me. God put us here to be friends. The Devil wants there to be more. You want to be friends. I want there to be more. Tell me, what went wrong? How did we get here? My heart saw you in a different light. Not quite the light that made us friends. So as I rip out my heart to show you I love you. I

 If one of my friends had asked me if I believed in God, I'd automatically say yes. But this past summer I haven't been so sure. If He really existed, why is my family suffering? I would be selfish to say that we have it bad; but we don't necessarily have it good, either. Since this economy has gone downhill for years, many people have felt the effect of job loss. My family was one of them. My mother lost her job more than three years ago and hasn't been able to get one since. My father, a self-employed contractor, is having difficulties getting jobs. So it's safe to say that my family lives from paycheck to paycheck. You never know when th

     Everything screams Summer. The sun warms your bare, pale skin. The early afternoon is humid, and you have the whole month to look forward to. No school. No teachers to tell you what to do, or how to act. It's just you, and your friends. You are anxious to try out your new bathing suit.   You have no idea if the water in your pool is cold or not, but you don't care. You take a running start before you book it up the deck stairs, and launch yourself off the side of the pool. You scream like a banshee before the water engulfs you and you open your eyes to see a million bubbles surrounding and protecting you from harm. You can still hear

 "Jersey, show me what you got!" Gerard yelled into the microphone. His charismatic voice filled the entire room with loud yells and screams. I was among the crowd, two rows away from the barricade that separated the stage from the audience. The date was June 25, 2003; the record release show for My Chemical Romance's sophomore album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Of course, it being three days since the album was released; I already had it memorized from front to back. As the crowd grew more anxious, I swayed back and forth violently with everyone, trying to maintain my balance, and not try to induce any injury on myself, or on anyone

Does your family fight? Of course they do. Do you hear that girl screaming? Of course not. She's screaming on the inside. Crying for a change. She's begging you'd listen for once. Just stop the pain. Her little heart beats faster every time a voice is raised, every time a tear is shed, every time a fist is raised. She wants to be heard. She wants to be set free. Free of heart ache and tear stained eyes. Her family lives a lie. A lie that is kept secret. Behind closed doors, anger is shed. Behind a locked door, screams are as soft as her trembling knees. Holding on to her little brother, hope is shared. A prayer is said. The tears runnin

The last time I saw you was over a year ago. It feels much longer than that, but then again, it feels shorter too. On April 17, 2008 I saw you. Even though you were far away, you had been closer to me than ever before. When you showed yourself, I was amazed with what I saw. Your tuft of black hair that you wore as a mop on your head, falling down to the back of your neck. I imagined from your growing self-esteem,your old shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder, and those raggedy, worn out dark wash jeans. And your stance had shown off the incredibly sweat induced demise to your boots. The way your words emote hung off your lips. Like