My sweets were gone!
I searched everywhere!
Everywhere!
couch, my pillow, in a jar, our dresser, bookshelves, and Frank's guitar case.
nothing!
My eyes stung
I knew because of
the eyeliner.
And even that
makes them tear up even more.
Ugly and puffy,
I run to Frank,
"Frankie, where is it?!?
Where are my sweets?"
"I found them," he said, "You secretive bastard."
Frank, please!
"I threw them away."
I was bawling
now.
"Why would you throw them away?!?
Why?!?
Frankie, those were special to me!!!"
As if I could erase everything,
and still think
they were just
precious white
candy.
"Gerard, don't you have any common sense??? I KNEW wht you were keeping was cocaine. You should know that'll fuck you up!"
I did
but...
but...
the feel i n g.
"I'm so sorry." I say.
I'm gonna collapse.
I need to escape
This place.
There's only one place
where Heaven remains.
It's where that gorgeous materpeice lays,
and that room,
is the art room.
The only sane place left
in this house.
YOU ARE READING
Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
