Floating on a Tidal Wave - Frerard One-Shots

I'm so far away.

Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside. Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without, Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow. oh, but god, I want to let it go.

Gerard is losing it, any chance he gets he goes to that fucking bar. And I can't go get him, because if I walk into a bar, everything will crash, and I'll relapse again. That's not something I wanted to do, after all this he should know what that feels like. To be helpless, to see your loved one just tearing themselves apart. At least that's what I think it is,

Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone, Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.

I thought I could help him, but his mom just passed away so I would've expected him to be in grief. Anyone would've, that's his mom, of course he's gonna be hurt but drugs? Alcohol? He's turned into this other person around everybody.

Never wanted it to be so cold, just didn't drink enough to say you love me.

The thing with Gee, is that he acts like nothing happens when he's around everybody, he makes it seem like he's okay, and he turns into this overly happy go lucky character that we all know is fake, well, the others are falling for it, not me.

I can't hold onto me, wonder what's wrong with me.

I don't think I can just stand here and watch him fall apart, again. When everything bad happens he goes back to the same things. Its to the point where I dread what's gonna happen next because he literally just loses himself once more, its like. . . a cycle or something. Its getting harder and harder to fix him each time.

Lithium, don't wanna lock me up inside, Lithium, don't wanna forget how it feels without, Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow.

I'm starting to give up on him. There's something inside of me that's telling me that I should help him, that I should care for him, and fix him. But, I can't anymore. He's just. . . drowning me as well as him. He's bringing me down to his level. I know I can't let that happen, and I've been fighting it for years but this time, I finally think I'm done.

Don't want to let it lay me down this time, drown my will to fly. Here in the darkness I know myself, Can't break free until I let it go. . . Let me go.

I just can't stand watching him do this any longer. So I'm done, he can destroy himself for all I care. I've helped him too many times, I've tried with him for as long as possible, or per say necessary. So here he stands, telling me that he's going out, and where exactly? To the bar, and to his junkie friend, Bert.

I stand in front of him, not saying anything, but I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes and he looks at me confusingly, like he didn't know. Knowing him, the bastard probably didn't.

Darling I forgive you after all, anything is better than to be alone.

"Frankie? What happened? What is it?" I plop down onto the leather chair and just start bawling my eyes out, I couldn't control it. It all just came out, I didn't want him to end up like everyone else I knew. Homeless, Junkie, alcoholic, everyone I grew up with either turned into one of those three, and he's all I got left.

And in the end, I guess I had to fall, always find my place among the ashes.

"Do you really not know?" I asked him, tears still gushing from my eyes pathetically. I told myself I wasn't gonna break in front of him! But god dammit, he just makes me so frustrated!

I can't hold on to me, wonder what's wrong with me.

"No, I really don't, what's the matter? Why are you crying like this? Did something happen?"