Lives Lost, Lives Saved: A 9/11 Story
I am Gerard Way.
I am on my way to work.
I am sitting on the ferry.
I am finishing a sketch.
For work.
The ferry passes by the towers.
I barely even notice.
I sketch.
Then I hear a loud roar from above.
I look.
I see the plane ahead.
I see it dive.
I see it crash.
I see the building.
Aflame.
Crumbling.
I hear screams.
I hear cries.
From above.
And below.
From everyone.
Around me.
I am in a panic.
But I can only watch.
The ferry moves slowly.
Still on its way.
To where I was meant to go.
Just like any normal day.
To a corporation.
For cartoons.
And I work for them.
I slave away.
Sketching.
Which is my passion.
But for this?
Meaningless.
Hopeless.
I watch.
I see the building fall to pieces.
I see the people below.
Running.
Screaming.
Crying out.
For help.
For mercy.
But none will be shown.
I try to look away.
From the awful sight.
But I can’t.
I can only watch.
I see everything.
I even see the bodies.
As they fall.
Fall to the ground.
Some aflame.
Some lifeless.
Some hoping for a life to live.
But none can make it now.
The havoc.
The horror.
It shakes me.
To my very core.
And on this morning.
That was so normal before.
My life has changed forever.
I finally see.
I am throwing my life away.
Drawing pictures.
For cartoons.
I help no one.
I don’t even make a difference.
My life is meaningless.
I am alive.
Unlike the lost of the tower.
But am I really living?
I want to make a difference.
I want to make my mark.
I want to make an impact.
On the lives of others.
I will quit my job.
I will call my friends, my brother.
I will make a difference.
I will start a band.
To help you.
To help me.
Get through the hardest times.
Because I now see.
Just because you are alive.
Does not mean you have a life to live.
I will make something of myself.
I will save myself.
As I spiral down.
I will pick myself up.
With the help of my friends, my brother.
I will get through.
And so will you.
Because I can help you.
I will help you.
I will save you.
I will save your life.
With music.
I am Gerard Way.
I am on my way to work.
I am sitting on the ferry.
I am finishing a sketch.
For work.
The ferry passes by the towers.
I barely even notice.
I sketch.
Then I hear a loud roar from above.
I look.
I see the plane ahead.
I see it dive.
I see it crash.
I see the building.
Aflame.
Crumbling.
I hear screams.
I hear cries.
From above.
And below.
From everyone.
Around me.
I am in a panic.
But I can only watch.
The ferry moves slowly.
Still on its way.
To where I was meant to go.
Just like any normal day.
To a corporation.
For cartoons.
And I work for them.
I slave away.
Sketching.
Which is my passion.
But for this?
Meaningless.
Hopeless.
I watch.
I see the building fall to pieces.
I see the people below.
Running.
Screaming.
Crying out.
For help.
For mercy.
But none will be shown.
I try to look away.
From the awful sight.
But I can’t.
I can only watch.
I see everything.
I even see the bodies.
As they fall.
Fall to the ground.
Some aflame.
Some lifeless.
Some hoping for a life to live.
But none can make it now.
The havoc.
The horror.
It shakes me.
To my very core.
And on this morning.
That was so normal before.
My life has changed forever.
I finally see.
I am throwing my life away.
Drawing pictures.
For cartoons.
I help no one.
I don’t even make a difference.
My life is meaningless.
I am alive.
Unlike the lost of the tower.
But am I really living?
I want to make a difference.
I want to make my mark.
I want to make an impact.
On the lives of others.
I will quit my job.
I will call my friends, my brother.
I will make a difference.
I will start a band.
To help you.
To help me.
Get through the hardest times.
Because I now see.
Just because you are alive.
Does not mean you have a life to live.
I will make something of myself.
I will save myself.
As I spiral down.
I will pick myself up.
With the help of my friends, my brother.
I will get through.
And so will you.
Because I can help you.
I will help you.
I will save you.
I will save your life.
With music.
I am Gerard Way.