Wishing for More Good Days

I cry as I pick the glass out of my hands and knees. I stare at the bloody sink from my hands and knees and wonder if it is really all worth it anymore. "is it worth living" I say aloud. I look at the pills on the counter. My mind starts swirling with thoughts thinking of only one thing. I can't. I can't do it. I drag my feet as I walk into my bedroom and lock the door. I slide my back against the door as I look up at my BTS posters stating "LOVE YOURSELF".
About a girl who met BTS along with what she had to go through to see them