Beautiful Remains -Andy Biersack-

Seven years. It had been seven fucking years since he had left. No warning, no way of letting me down easy. He picked up and left me behind. But I can't blame him, I was probably putting him through hell then. All my problems, I went to him with them thinking that he cared and wanted to help me push through them and move on to a happier state instead of being miserable and bringing everyone down with me. He apparently was one of the people I brought down. I pushed him so far that he left me so he could be happy instead of listening to me whining about how bad I thought my life was. Him leaving was bittersweet. I hate the fact that he left me, but it also helped me get on my feet and figure out what I wanted to do in life and learn to be independent. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that he also left me taking care of his now 7 year old child that he has no idea exists.