Tired & Uninspired
Title: Tired & Uninspired
Author: fcukthefacts_3
Rating: pg-13 for now
Pairing: VAM
Warnings: slight angst, don't like it don't read it
Disclaimer: u know its not real
Summary:
i never really tried.
Notes:this is my first fic, sorry if it sucks don vito's ass.The fist and last paragraphs are lyrics from Armor For Sleep's What To Do when You Are Dead.
Prologue-The Innocent Letter
Believe the news.i'm gone for good.call off the search.no one will know that i am down here.believe the note i left for you. you can't turn back the clocks.you can't pull me up from here so don't try.believe your dreams of me sinking so far below.leave it up to me to burden you again, but this ones not your fault...please forgive me.leave it up to me to burden you again, but this ones not your fault...so forget me. don't think back on me at all. just let me go.-brandon cole margera
I should have known that they would have been watching me. In fact, I knew they were watching me. Just not that closely. I felt 6 months worth of pain was enough. They disagreed. They said that with time the pain would be bearable, but I didn't want to find out. Who would? Have you ever been surrounded by people but you only felt loneliness? That's what these past months have felt like.
They found me not even 10 minutes after I wrote my "good"bye. I want to hate them so unbelievably much, but i can't. It's my fault. Every single thing. And I can't take it back. Tomorrow, i'm flying to my last relatives. I've never even met them, but they are the only ones who will take me. Besides it's not like I can stay in a hospital the rest of my life.
As i lied in bed for yet another sleepless night, I can't help but think of two things. One being what would have happened if I had been the perfect son my parents were expecting, and the other being why no one has given up on me yet.
So heres the truth: 1) you were right all along 2)they were never my friends 3)i was living a lie. sometimes its hard to know whats real when youre not. everyday im just making my rounds, just digging a home six feet underground. i told you not to belive me. im feeling bored of feeling numb.
Author: fcukthefacts_3
Rating: pg-13 for now
Pairing: VAM
Warnings: slight angst, don't like it don't read it
Disclaimer: u know its not real
Summary:
i never really tried.
Notes:this is my first fic, sorry if it sucks don vito's ass.The fist and last paragraphs are lyrics from Armor For Sleep's What To Do when You Are Dead.
Prologue-The Innocent Letter
Believe the news.i'm gone for good.call off the search.no one will know that i am down here.believe the note i left for you. you can't turn back the clocks.you can't pull me up from here so don't try.believe your dreams of me sinking so far below.leave it up to me to burden you again, but this ones not your fault...please forgive me.leave it up to me to burden you again, but this ones not your fault...so forget me. don't think back on me at all. just let me go.-brandon cole margera
I should have known that they would have been watching me. In fact, I knew they were watching me. Just not that closely. I felt 6 months worth of pain was enough. They disagreed. They said that with time the pain would be bearable, but I didn't want to find out. Who would? Have you ever been surrounded by people but you only felt loneliness? That's what these past months have felt like.
They found me not even 10 minutes after I wrote my "good"bye. I want to hate them so unbelievably much, but i can't. It's my fault. Every single thing. And I can't take it back. Tomorrow, i'm flying to my last relatives. I've never even met them, but they are the only ones who will take me. Besides it's not like I can stay in a hospital the rest of my life.
As i lied in bed for yet another sleepless night, I can't help but think of two things. One being what would have happened if I had been the perfect son my parents were expecting, and the other being why no one has given up on me yet.
So heres the truth: 1) you were right all along 2)they were never my friends 3)i was living a lie. sometimes its hard to know whats real when youre not. everyday im just making my rounds, just digging a home six feet underground. i told you not to belive me. im feeling bored of feeling numb.