Weary [PJM]

protect

"i understand...." i said, "but please forgive me."

i was about to grab you away from the edge,

but then your voice stopped me once again.

"jimin."

i heard you call my name for the very first time.

"that's what your friends call you, right?" you asked,

and i was stunned,

as you continued the talking.

"i could have drink some poisons,"

"or cut my wrist without anyone knowing, to prevent such chaos."

"yet i choose to die here, in front of everybody."

"you know why?"

"because i want them to see me end this severe pain im having."

"i want them to have nightmares every single night."

"i want them to feel guilty for everything."

"i want to make them unpeaceful."

"so please, don't stop me."

"so please, leave me."

now that i heard your reasons,

now that you plead for me not to,

now that i understand you more,

"im sorry." i apologized again,

not because im stopping you,

but because im sorry to hear everything.

now,

my mind struggles whether to stop you from doing it or not.

tell me,

what shall i do?