dude, i just got out of suicide rehab six months ago and you know what the biggest thing that's kept me going when i start thinking bad things again? MY CHEMICAL FUCKING ROMANCE. I may have a twisted head, but it was them who encouraged me to get help when everyone around me thought i was okay. it was them who helped me see the seriousness of my situation. i had somehow convinced myself that i was fine when HELL NO I WAS NOT. then my friend lent me the black parade and for the first time in my life, i felt like there was someone out there who cared if i died. i confessed to my parents after spending three straight days crying myself to sleep, and i went to a suicide center. i haven't hurt myself in six months. i owe my life to MCR.