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help

you're not like this,

i swear.

no, i know how your heart breaks

knowing you've failed your parents

and your dreams are slowly fading away.

i know how it affects you

that the reality of you

slipping into a world of a destructive addiction,

ruined every part of your life.

i told you there will be another way,

you just have to believe.

convincing you that how you overcame

the toxic taste of alcohol

is proof that you can do better.

every trash of your legs,

it pained me, but i didn't mind.

my short arms wrapped around you,

hoping that you'll calm down.

how you were flailing desperately,

trying to free yourself from my hold.

i thought there will be faint sobs,

instead there were ear-piercing screams.

it choked you,

the strain on your voice was evidence

of your difficulties and struggles,

as you writhe in a pain

that i could not figure where it came from.

tears welled up in my eyes,

as the pieces of the shattered mirror you broke

dug into my skin.

veins were popping out of your neck,

as you continued to call out to the unknown,

seeking for a help that i'm trying to give you,

the sound echoing around the entire apartment.

"yoongi, stop!"

series of begs and pleads left my chapped lips.

but as if it was nothing,

you ignored them and your fingers

started scratching lines on my pale arms.

in the end, it was hopeless.

you left me there,

crying in fits 

as blood dripped like water down my arms and back,

as you continued to ruin your whole home.

believe me, yoongi.

i tried.

i tried to help you.