Richard

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I would wake up each morning lonely. I missed Paul. But, I knew he was gone or so I thought.

I sat and played his guitar and I couldn't help but think this was my fault. I lost my best friend. I just didn't want to go on. I lost interest in music. I started to drink and do pills. I didn't care anymore. Then that turned into a drug habit.

I was on a dangerous course and I didn't care. I deserved this. I then got more calls from band members of Rammstein and Emagrate. I spoke to no one.

I had nothing to say. I didn't want to speak to anyone. I just wanted to die in peace.

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