I haven't spoken to him in two years. Maybe his band did become famous and he forgot about me. Or maybe he just forgot about me all together. I want to say he does care, that he still knows I'm here, but I don't know that. I send him letters still, but I never get anything in return. The letters I send are never sent back, but nor is any reply. It hurts. I admit to that.

Note: Bolded sections are 'real life,' and the rest is written in 'blog' form.
Warnings: homosexuality, smut, self-harm
Copyright: The plot, original characters, and actual writing of this story belong to me. I obviously do not own Andy Biersack or any other famous person who may end up in this story. The images used were found on Google and belong to their owners.

1. found that you're alone

2. i won't dwell on heaven's calling

3. i'm fighting with broken eyes

4. 'cause this is real

5. nothing, from nowhere

6. a chance to prove who you were

7. feel like it don't make sense

8. i've met so many men, it's like they're all the same

9. i'm not over you just yet

10. but not this time, i'm not lying to myself

11. i'm bound by fear

12. 'cause all the roads, they lead to where you are

13. stop stalling

14. and the worst part is

15. from all of this mistreatment

16. with lips of an angel

17. maybe this is sad but true

18. just hold me now

19. it's just like deja vu

20. it's gonna be alright

21. the memories of broken dreams

22. if you ever say never too late

23. give me up, I did my best

24. can someone save us

25. it's hard for me to think straight