The Girl Behind The song 'Saviour'

"10 over Bp, she's losing blood." The blurry doctor announced over my cold body.

"Can you hear me?" Another doctor asks. "What's your name?"

"Casey, Casey.." I drift off once again.

~3 days later~

"I uh cleaned the bathroom, it was full of blood." My older sister Morgan mumer's placing my two bags on the bed. "Do you need anything?"

"No," I turn to her and smile. "Nothing."

She nods and walked out the room closing the door behind her.


Five time this year, and the fifth time I came close to die. I was so close. But yet again my sister came to help me. No one can save me but they always try. I don't want them to save me I want 'THEM' to save me. My heroes, my everything. My black veil brides. They did not hear me when I cried on my bed alone at night. They did not save me when I cut my self. They did not do anything!!!!

Maybe its time I send them a message. Knowing they will never read it. What can do any harm.

I grab my pen and white paper and sat down.

Dearest heroes


You get many letters, saying thank you. And what I want to say is thank you for not saving my life once again. You all talk and say you are here for us the 'BVB ARMY' but when we need you the most, you are NO WHERE TO BE FOUND.

Five times I have tried to end my life, waiting for a sign to say 'don't do it!' But I never got it. I needed all of you to say 'its okay you are not alone' yet again I am sitting In my room crying and writing you a letter.

I maybe a stupid teenager but I do know life, and life is a bitch. A bitch!
I love your music so much but sometimes I just wish you write me a song telling me that you are not alone, you don't have to be alone, you don't have to kill your self, yet again sometimes I feel you don't care about us all. Its just about money and more money.


I have been bullied, I mean who is not? I have been to hell plenty of times. My scars are deeper than the ocean. My wounds won't heal because of this heartache I am carrying. So how am I suppose to live knowing I will never, and I mean ever knowing how my idols feel about us the BVB army.

Can u please just tell us that we are not alone and that we will brave this storm?

Sincerely

-Hopeless and forgotten.

I lick the envelope and ran downstairs throwing it in our mail box. Hoping they get it.

Notes

will upload every 2 comments. Its really hard wrting this. meaning from my own personal road.