I wouldn't *be* *here* if it weren't for him and the rest or Linkin Park.
Their music kept me alive, knowing that somewhere, someone else knew and understood what I was going through...
I can't even tell you what that means to a kid who's so scared she'd kill herself to escape.
I did not even *have* the words to describe what was happening to me back then, but they helped me find them.
They're why I got help, why I finally stopped working in defense, why I can even begin to cope with how broken I am inside. And this fucking hurts. >.<