xxcalynxx

I am Calyn, I'm 14. My Chemical Romance is my favorite band.
I'm a poet. I'm in love. I'm cynical, twisted, creepy, and lovable. Get to know me.







Xx_____The Ten Commandments Of The Black Parade_____xX
1. Thou shalt accept death as it comes
2. Thou shalt sing and march without question
3. Thou shalt face fear and regret
4. Thou shalt let go of thy dreams
5. Thou shalt give blood
6. Thou shalt not fear thy sins
7. Thou shalt protect thy brothers in arms
8. Thou shalt darken thy clothes
9. Thou shalt not walk this world alone
10. Thou shalt carry on.

Xx_____The Ten Commandments Of A Chemical Romance_____xX

1. Thou shall not put a gun to thy lover's head.
2. Thou shall be willing to die for love.
3. Thou shall seek revenge on those who wrong you.
4. Thou shall be a demolition lover.
5. Thou shall unleash the fucking bats.
6. Thou shall protect thy lover from everything (even vampires).
7. Thou shall respect the lord, Gerard.
8. Thou shall sing the holy hymns of the chemical romance.
9. Thou shall see beauty in bloody love.
10. Thou shall rock hard....



THIS IS TO.
Every Patient, Helena and Harmless Vampire.
Those who mourned Mikey's glasses.
Those who live life on the Murder Scene.
Those who cried to The Ghost Of You.
Those who cried to Famous Last Words.
Those who worried about Bob's burn.
Those who helped Gerard stay sober.
Those who have an obsession with Ray's hair.
Those who mourned Pansy R.I.P
Those who are not afraid to keep on living.




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This is for all the kids who doodle MCR lyrics instead of paying attention in class.
This is for all the kids who listened to 'I'm Not Okay' on repeat because it made them feel like they weren't alone.
This is for all the kids who have seen 'Life On The Murder Scene' twenty bajillion times.
This is for all the kids who bought 'The Black Parade' the second it came out and clung to it like a security blanket for a month.
This is for all the kids who love Gerard, no matter what color his hair is.
This is for all the kids think Mikey is awesome, with or without glasses.
This is for all the kids who wish they could play guitar like Frank.
This is for all the kids were worried about Bob when he burnt his leg.
This is for all the kids who secretly fantasize about playing with Ray's hair.
This is for all the kids who know that as long as there is a My Chemical Romance, they will never be alone.
This is for all the kids who love My Chemical Romance with all their hearts.
This is for all the kids who wear their t-shirts not just to look cool, but to promote them too.
This is for all the kids who saved up their allowance for months, babysat, and mowed lawns to go to their concert and sing every word.
This is for all the kids who were NEVER okay.

This is dedicated to everyone:
Who was a demolition lover,
Who was NEVER okay,
Who was Welcomed to the Black Parade.
This is for every Patient, Helena and Harmless vampire,
This is for every single fan who may never get to see them play,
Who live Life on the Murder Scene,
Who cried watching The Ghost Of You,
Who wanted MCR for Christmas,
This is for every fan who worried about Bobs burn,
Who are obsessed with Rays hair,
Who mourned the loss of Mikey's glasses,
Who worry about Franks health,
Who search the internet endlessly for new articles on the band
And those who help Gerard stay sober,
This is to, Everyone who's not afraid to keep on living



Stereotyping:
I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be Picture Perfect.