Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy
Bent
0 ReviewsPete Wentz suicide,might add more to this,wrote this for a friend.Lyrics that I used from Remembering Sunday and Say Hello To Heaven belong to All Time Low and Temple Of The Dog.And some parts in t...
So,this is what it has come down to,huh Pete? "Shut up!" I tell my subconscious as I grab a couple bottles of antidepressants from the medicine cabinet and walk back to my bed and sit down.I sigh as I set the bottles down on the nightstand and glance at the clock,3:08am.Typical Wentz,you just had to pick right now to kill yourself,didn't you? You shouldn't even be doing this,what about Patrick? Huh? Are you just going to leave the only person you have ever truly loved to suffer for the rest of his life because he lost his best friend? "So what? He doesn't like me like that." I look down,that's what you think,but I've seen the way he looks at you."What do you mean?"
He loves you,just as much as you love him.If he didn't then I'm pretty sure that he would have left your ass as soon as he saw you. By now I had already downed the first bottle,and was halfway through the second."If he really did love me then he would have told me by now." I managed out through a mouthful of pills.He's Patrick, hes shy as fuck,you know this.And if you don't throw all of those pills up right now you will never get the chance to tell him you love him and hear him tell you the same. "It's too late for that.." Boiling.His blood's boiling.Bubbling and gurgling under the surface of his skin.
See what you've done now,Pete? You can't turn back from this now,you are going to die and there is nothing you can do about it."Fuck!" He clenches his fists,bites his tongue.The taste of metal fills his mouth,tantalizes his taste buds.He turns on the stereo with shaky hands and turns it up so loud,so no one can hear him screaming.Screaming.High and shrill.His vocal cords ache.Burn.Rip.Tear.But he doesn't stop.Cant.He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the pen sitting there,hands shaking as he writes:
I'm not coming back I've done something so terrible I'm terrified to breathe.Please,take me from this place and the long winded curses I keep hearing in my mind.I never wanted to write those words down that were meant for you,Patrick,with the pages of phrases of things we'll never do.I'm so sorry I did this,and since you can't say to me,that you love me just as much as I love you,there's just one thing left to be said,so many thousands of feet off the ground.I'm over you now as you read this,I'm at home in the clouds.I'll make sure to say hello to heaven for you,Patrick.
His fists make contact with the walls,and then his bedframe.His floor.A mirror.The glass shatters.And then he just lays there,in the fetal position.He closes his eyes and breathes,stale air and the smell of disaster filling his lungs.His vision starts to blacken and breathing becomes harder and harder,his body becoming numb.Oh God,what have I done. And then he's gone,his body lying motionless on his bedroom floor.Waiting to be found.
He loves you,just as much as you love him.If he didn't then I'm pretty sure that he would have left your ass as soon as he saw you. By now I had already downed the first bottle,and was halfway through the second."If he really did love me then he would have told me by now." I managed out through a mouthful of pills.He's Patrick, hes shy as fuck,you know this.And if you don't throw all of those pills up right now you will never get the chance to tell him you love him and hear him tell you the same. "It's too late for that.." Boiling.His blood's boiling.Bubbling and gurgling under the surface of his skin.
See what you've done now,Pete? You can't turn back from this now,you are going to die and there is nothing you can do about it."Fuck!" He clenches his fists,bites his tongue.The taste of metal fills his mouth,tantalizes his taste buds.He turns on the stereo with shaky hands and turns it up so loud,so no one can hear him screaming.Screaming.High and shrill.His vocal cords ache.Burn.Rip.Tear.But he doesn't stop.Cant.He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the pen sitting there,hands shaking as he writes:
I'm not coming back I've done something so terrible I'm terrified to breathe.Please,take me from this place and the long winded curses I keep hearing in my mind.I never wanted to write those words down that were meant for you,Patrick,with the pages of phrases of things we'll never do.I'm so sorry I did this,and since you can't say to me,that you love me just as much as I love you,there's just one thing left to be said,so many thousands of feet off the ground.I'm over you now as you read this,I'm at home in the clouds.I'll make sure to say hello to heaven for you,Patrick.
His fists make contact with the walls,and then his bedframe.His floor.A mirror.The glass shatters.And then he just lays there,in the fetal position.He closes his eyes and breathes,stale air and the smell of disaster filling his lungs.His vision starts to blacken and breathing becomes harder and harder,his body becoming numb.Oh God,what have I done. And then he's gone,his body lying motionless on his bedroom floor.Waiting to be found.
Log in to rate and review this story