My Hero has gone
On Thrusday, I got up and logged into my computer and checked facebook to see something I never expected trending.
"Chester Bennington dead at 41".
My heart sank. At first, I didn't want to believe it. I read the news story and tears started rolling down my face. I couldn't understand why would he cut his life so short.
My teenage self died a little, I felt my hope fading. Where do I go from here I wonder.
I have honesty never felt such grief over anyone who I didn't really know like the way he made me feel from his passing.
His music meant so to me, I had no idea just how much until now.
Everytime someone left me for some stupid excuse, I would listen to his music and hope for better days. Everytime I had a bad day. I would do the same. Everytime I need something to turn too, to give me some strenght. I just need it. I can't go on without hearing the sound of his voice through his music.
Even now I can't go on. I need to feel good. It helps me feel good.
I can't believe he will never make another song.
He taught me to be true to myself, to be strong for me, to stand up for myself, to not give in to anyone.
I would highest recommend this article that a blogger has written he sums up exactly what needs to be said about suicide.
I am the truth warrior, but I don't know how to go on without my hero.
"Chester Bennington dead at 41".
My heart sank. At first, I didn't want to believe it. I read the news story and tears started rolling down my face. I couldn't understand why would he cut his life so short.
My teenage self died a little, I felt my hope fading. Where do I go from here I wonder.
I have honesty never felt such grief over anyone who I didn't really know like the way he made me feel from his passing.
His music meant so to me, I had no idea just how much until now.
Everytime someone left me for some stupid excuse, I would listen to his music and hope for better days. Everytime I had a bad day. I would do the same. Everytime I need something to turn too, to give me some strenght. I just need it. I can't go on without hearing the sound of his voice through his music.
Even now I can't go on. I need to feel good. It helps me feel good.
I can't believe he will never make another song.
He taught me to be true to myself, to be strong for me, to stand up for myself, to not give in to anyone.
I would highest recommend this article that a blogger has written he sums up exactly what needs to be said about suicide.
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