Midnight Soldier

"I tried so hard and got so far..."-Linkin Park, "In The End"   It's been two weeks since my suicide attempt. It's been a struggle but no intrusive thoughts today. Some days I wished the demons weren't sneaking around me like serpents just to make my life a living hell. They taunted me into killing myself. I was broken and needed an outlet. A better outlet. A reason to continue celebrating life rather than forgetting it. Some days, when I'm out of myself, I'm good. Other days, I get stuck there as if I were in a mouse trap.   My sister Dylan was involved in a drunk driving accident a year ago. She and two of her friends were on their way to a wedding rehearsal the night of March 20. After crashing near a construction site (she was the driver), a friend of hers found her lying in the middle of the road and had to call an ambulance. While at the hospital, she had to have six stitches on her forehead. But she was bleeding internally from

I started listening to Linkin Park when I was fourteen. They were unknown to me from the beginning until I saw the video for "Crawling." The lyrics were raw and dark as if the words were managing to escape from the recesses of the human soul. There were a lot of metal bands I've listened to at this age, the likes of Korn and Papa Roach. One thing about this band was that they were powerful than any band in existence. The music and words spoke to an unhinged and unrequired love that hate couldn't reach.   Fast forward to 2007, I started getting into their music religiously after spending a while listening to previous songs from them. That's when I found out about their lead singer, Chester Bennington. He was the one with the voice of reason and change. He sang like an angel and screamed like a demon. At this point, I heard a song "What I've Done," which was like a sociopolitical anthem for the world. "In this farewell, there's no blood/