Well, the band that has kept me alive for the past four or five years just split up. I stayed off of facebook for a day, and when I logged on, I found out. One of the things that made me keep going was the hope that I would one day see them live, on stage. Now, it won’t happen. They broke up once before, but there’s no hope this time. I’ve just lost another reason to live.
“Cause the hardest part of this, is leaving you.”
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Last week I was diagnosed officially with clinical depression. I’d known for a while; it was obvious. That band had been keeping me alive. I had a wall dedicated to them and seeing them every day made me put away my suicidal thoughts. My mum destroyed the posters because she found out I was self harming and blamed them. I attempted to kill myself. They were my life support. My biggest goal in life was to meet them all and see them live. Mikey was my biggest support. I bought his signature bass, named it after him and made a promise that one day I’d play in a band and save lives like Mikey saved mine. I want him to know how much I owe him. Now, it’s over. They’ve split. I don’t know how I’ll carry on. The songs they played that made me happy now depress me because I know they’ll never be played on stage by them again. I’m worried that all of us depressed fans will depress them. Mikey was suicidal. The thought of him killing himself kills me. When he dies, I’ll die too.