100 Death Letters

Dear Frank, Lyn-Z left a day ago. It seems that I'm writing to you every two days. I have developed a routine, eat, cry, write, sleep. All while thinking of you, you were the only one who even cared about me the way you did. Not even Lyn-Z would top you. Ray and Mikey keep saying they want to go to the studio, I can't I just can't. I can't keep my mind off you and I haven't even gotten ready for your funeral yet. I found myself singing today, you know what song I sang. Helena. Frank you're my Helena.

Your Geebear, Gerard

Notes

I wrote this on my phone sry for any mistakes!