Dear You,
It was March 22, 2013. It was a cold, wet day and I decided that rather that risk frostbite I would go online, maybe go on twitter, check some stuff, little did I know this was the day you would tell me it was all over, that after 12 years. 12 YEARS. That is 144 months, 4383 days, and a **** ton of hours and minutes. That there would be 1 paragraph, 6 ******* sentences telling me it was all over, you were leaving me to fend for my self in this dark cruel world.
You said that you were just a concept, an idea, I was strong enough to carry on without you,... Well I call ********
Cause you were there for me when no one else was, you got me, you understood how much society freaking ***** and you kept me strong.
Maybe I do scare the living **** out of you, maybe you just stopped caring...
You tell me to “look alive, sunshine” But how can I look alive when you leaving left me so dead inside?
Yet, I still hold on to the hope that some day you will come back to join us in the black parade, and lead this army of killjoys.
Until then, however, I am not okay (I promise)
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Dear You,
It was March 22, 2013. It was a cold, wet day and I decided that rather that risk frostbite I would go online, maybe go on twitter, check some stuff, little did I know this was the day you would tell me it was all over, that after 12 years. 12 YEARS. That is 144 months, 4383 days, and a **** ton of hours and minutes. That there would be 1 paragraph, 6 ******* sentences telling me it was all over, you were leaving me to fend for my self in this dark cruel world.
You said that you were just a concept, an idea, I was strong enough to carry on without you,... Well I call ********
Cause you were there for me when no one else was, you got me, you understood how much society freaking ***** and you kept me strong.
Maybe I do scare the living **** out of you, maybe you just stopped caring...
You tell me to “look alive, sunshine” But how can I look alive when you leaving left me so dead inside?
Yet, I still hold on to the hope that some day you will come back to join us in the black parade, and lead this army of killjoys.
Until then, however, I am not okay (I promise)
So... I wrote this after My Chemical Romance broke up last year, and decided to post it now since it is the 1 year anniversary.
