notes {k.th p.jm}

note #7

"There's different types
of pain.
Some pain stays.
Some pain leaves.
Some pain lingers.
Some pain bleeds."

I knew you didn't care.

The first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew it.

I was foolish.

Such a fool.

Only fools fall hard.

And guess what?

I fell hard.

For you.

But that's in the past now.

I mean, you never really cared.

Yet I am here, wondering why I woke up in your bed.

Not only did I wake up in your bed, but you were also snuggled into me.

Like two branches on a tree, we were intertwined.

Like a rusty saw, I cut us away.

I don't want you to
touch me.

I don't want you
to look at me.

Don't fake anything
when it's clearly a lie.

You looked calm and peaceful as you slept.

But in my mind, you mean pain.

In my mind, you only hurt me.

Which is true.

You have always hurt me.

Even without knowing it yourself.

You mumbled something as I got out of bed.

I was curious to know, so I listened.

You mumbled an apology.

To who?

Because it can't be to me.

Tomorrow you'll just beat me again.

And again.

And again and again.

I want to kill myself because if you, Park Jimin.

You've destroyed me.

But why would you care?