COLORS.

sept

demons

i know how it feels

to have different voices

talking inside of your own head.

whispering foolish things

that you're capable enough to do.

maybe it was your demons.

it took control of you,

and made you did reckless things

that the min yoongi i know

wouldn't do.

you came home last night,

the strong scent of liquor lingered on your shirt,

and head throbbing like crazy.

but i helped you out instead of scolding you,

because i know you're not like this.

i wake up to the smell of something burning,

realizing you threw your brushes and paints,

in the scorching, angry red flames.

but still, i kept myself

from telling you to stop,

because i'm blaming the demons.

i'm blaming the demons

that lurked around you,

that caged you into a small suffocating box,

that made your life a living hell.

i'm blaming the demons,

those little whispers

that made you lose yourself.

those voices that made you 

fall into a harmful obsession.

i'm blaming the demons,

for hurting me.

i know you're not gonna raise a hand

and try to abuse me like you did earlier.

because, yoongi,

i know you're not competent enough to do that.

but baby,

i'm blaming you,

for not fighting those demons

like you should.