For A Legend

Dear Chester,

Yesterday was the concert. A concert for you. A tribute to you, a legend.

A lot of your friends sang for you, a lot of your fans sang along with them from the Arena and watching it on their screens. Everybody was so strong. It was so nice to see. We missed you. A lot.

During the concert, Mike sang In the end, and before starting he asked “You guys know which part to sing right?. It broke me; because of course, we knew which part to sing. Your parts. The ones where you bellowed your heart out, or sang with so much emotion that literally saved so many of us. The ones which you’ll never sing from here on now.

You had to be there Chaz. So many people came out to honor you. You walked away from life feeling sad and lonely but if you were there last night you never would’ve felt that way.

When you passed, I cried. For days on end, I cried at various points. It felt silly to other people. He was just a singer from a band. He doesn’t even know you exist, why are you this upset? 

But little did they know how much you meant to me. Every song you sang was for me. So what if you didn’t know me? You were always there for me. Your music saved me. I started listening to you because of my brother and we’ve shared so many memories because of the songs. Whenever Linkin Park released new music, we couldn’t wait to listen to all of them and discuss which ones were our favorites. (Spoilers: I always loved the songs where you scream the most.)

And even now, whenever I feel lonely or sad I just listen to Numb or In the end or What I’ve done or even Heavy. They mean so much to me and I feel like, they meant so much to you.

I still miss you and I still cannot believe you are gone. You are gone without a chance for me to meet you, hug you and thank you for, well, being you.

You saved thousands of lives, but nobody could save you. We’re sorry. But we love you so much and hope you’ve finally found the peace you wanted.

The sun set for you Chester, but, God, I wish it hadn’t.

Love,

Someone who wishes you were here with your bubbly face and screaming voice to sooth this pain.

 

 

 

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Fangirl

People don’t seem to understand us,

I mean, why would they?

We are the ‘losers’ of the society.

The ones who have no social life

The depressed ones, the lonely weaklings:

The *shhh* fangirls.

How many of us are laughed at everyday,

because we didn’t have a date on a saturday night 

(Not with a real person anyway)

we said “I have some assignments. We’ll hang our later?” –

as we pressed ‘next episode’

we hid our fictional obsessions,

acted like normal;

like we gave a damn about the real world.

but what they didn’t see was that

behind those computer screens,

was a girl or a boy

who wouldn’t have been here 

if it weren’t for their favorite show,

or their favorite artist, or that favorite band.

Some wake up the next day:

‘Cause if Dean Winchester, the vessel of Lucifer(!), is still fighting everyday,

Then they sure as hell can wake up today.

they listen to fall out boy,

they relate to the lyrics.

they listen to twenty one pilots,

they relate to the artist;

“Damn if Tyler is still here,

Trying to make us happy,

how dare I give up?”

they hear david bowie singing-

they COULD be heroes. And they will.

being in a fandom, isn’t ‘lame’

how amazing is it,

People bonding over a show or a book.

some best friends are made that way.

So,when someone says,

“They saved me, man”

Don’t mock them.

‘Cause you don’t know their battles like they do,

you don’t know what they struggle with every day,

you don’t know their story,

hell, I’ll say it-

You know nothing. (Jon Snow!)

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