Letters To Them

Chapter 51

(A/N: Long Update yay! 😜)
Cams POV:

I don't know where I'm going. All I know is that I needed to get out of there. I can't keep doing this. Grace and I have kissed twice but then when I hugged her at the house she moved out of my grip.

I can't keep playing these stupid games. Shawn and u need to talk. We can't stress Grace like that. It's unfair to her and to us. My wrists itch to be cut again. It feels like whenever Grace does a particular thing a little price of my heart breaks and the only thing to cure it is my razor. But I promised Nash I wouldn't cut...

Graces POV:

I put my ear to the door and listen. Shawn's melodic voice fills the room.

*Singing*

I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no ones ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to bring me back to life

Gotta feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking
Falling into my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself
Aching
Begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I saw
I'm left seeing red on my own

Gotta feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking
Falling into my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself
Aching
Begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

Needle and a thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and a thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and a thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and a thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and a thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and a thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and a thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Get you out of my head

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking
Falling into my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself
Aching
Begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

*End of Singing*

I hear Shawn sniff zone he finishes so I know that he's crying. I quietly walk to my room and close the door. I lock it and go over to my bed. I grab my guitar from underneath it and sit down on my bed. I start strumming and singing: I

She would not show that she was afraid
But being and feeling alone was to much to face
Though everyone said that was so strong
But they didn't know that she barely carry on

But she knew that she would be okay
So she didn't let it get in her way

Sometimes it all gets a little too much
But you've gotta realise that soon the fog will clear up
And you don't have to be afraid
Because we're all the same
And we know that
Sometimes it all gets a little too much

She would always tell herself she could do this
She would use no help
It would be just fine
But when it got hard she would lose her focus
So take my hand and we'll be alright

And she knew that she would be okay
So she didn't let it get in her way

Sometimes it all gets a little to much
But you've gotta realise that soon the fog will clear up
And you don't have be afraid
Because we're all the same
And we know that
Sometimes it all gets a little too much
Yeah

A little too much
I said a little too much
Ohhh

Sometimes it all gets a little too much
But you've gotta realise that soon the fog will clear up
And you don't have to be afraid
Because we're all the same
And we know that
Sometimes it all gets a little too muuuuuch
Yeahhhh

Sometimes it all gets a little too much
But you've got to realise that soon the fog will clear up
And you don't have too be afraid
Because we're all the same
And sometimes it all gets a little too much

*End of Singing*

By the end of the song I'm balling my eyes out. I put so much emotion into that song and just sung my heart out. I haven't sung like that since the incident with my sister where I thought she died.