Letters to the dead.

Dear rain, Its been three days without you and I can barely breathe.it doesn't seem like you've been gone that long.. it feels like you've been gone for an eternity and only one hour at the same time. I miss you. I miss you more than I can explain in a letter, or a song, even in words its hard.but my parents won't listen to that. After your funeral in two days, I'm starting group. The group is made out of people who have lost loved ones. I don't want to be stuck in a room for three hours with old ladies who have lost there husband. I want to be locked in this room. Our room. And write you every day about the world you left behind.. which is why I'm going I guess. But they don't understand. They say to let you go but I can't. You went away without saying goodbye. Everyone thinks you jumped. But you weren't that type of person. They should know about your wings. You need to tell them soon before they think I've totally lost it. Maybe I have I am writing a dead person. Dead. That's such a final word. I wonder what your final word was. I hate the word dead. I'd rather say you are missing.

Love your should be locked up boyfriend,
Andrew Biersack

Notes

He did as he always did but this time his parents watched with weerey eyes. They came to make sure he would be okay. They where right he was not but there is nothing they can do. They just have to wait for grief to take its toll