Letters to the dead.

Dear rain, Today is the first day with out you. Yesterday is a complete blur, like when you walk up on stage for the first time. Your doing great and your having fun and you have no idea about what your doing but words and beats come out and you don't care about what happens next. Then suddenly the last song comes on and you don't think it is the last song until your already almost over. You sing the last note just a little longer to make the feeling stay. But it never works. Never did. My life with you was like my first time on stage. I had no idea that yesterday was our last song. I only new it was when you where teetering on the edge. Then when you started to fall you held that last note a little to long. I don't really know what happened. You loved life. I loved you. You where sober. But you fell. Was it the wind. Did you see a butterfly again? What happened? Please write back soon from where ever you are. You know I don't believe in god or anything like that. But I can't let go yet. So please get back to me as soon as you can. I know your busy where ever you are. Your broken beloved boyfriend, Andy biersack.

Notes

The page was tear soaked and not worth anything to anyone but him. He folded it and put it in a envelope and wrote her name, rain f. Marter.

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