Dear me, Dear you

the world is ugly

"One week later"

I've made no effort to be an actual human being
I wake up then sleep then wake up and sleep again

I ride the bus to school then ditch the whole day at my friends house I have no effort or want to even go to school

I've gone to the hospital every day same time on the dot ever since belles gotten hurt the nurses know me on a first name basis by now and they wish me luck in her recovery but she's made no sudden changes in getting better

I don't think she is gonna get better

She's never gonna wake up

"Good morning fay do you want your regular coffee?" One of the hospital nurses asked

"Yes please"

She quickly got me a cup of coffee with only sugar I wasn't very fond of hospital creamer

When she brought it back she asked "is that a guitar?"

"Yes ma'am it is"

"Oh that nice how come you brought it?"

"Figured I'd play a little while I was in there"

"Well that's nice have a good day sweetie!"

I quickly said "you too" and walked off

When I got into belles room it was oddly empty normally there was a doctor or nurse in here checking everything making sure everything was In order

"Hmm that's weird but oh well I guess they did things early today"

I sat on the chair that they left in here for me the other day

I safely laid my guitar on flat ground and undid the case and pulled my baby out

I always refers to my guitar as baby because that's what it was to me it was my child that and my grandpa used to take it from me pretend he was Elvis carelessly strum it and said "oh baby"

I chuckled at the memory I loved my grandpa

When I pulled out my guitar I put it in my lap and made sure everything was still tuned correctly

I got off my chair and sat on the floor because I knew I'd never find a comfortable position to sit in on that basterdly hospital chair

I crossed my legs and set my guitar on top of them then leaned back on the wall

Note to self buy a guitar strap stupid

I strumed my guitar and played a familiar tune

My chemical romance

I know if belle was awake she'd call my music gay and I'd nag her for it but right now I'd give anything just to hear her call it gay

I

started to sing along with the guitar

"These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours..."