That day. Specifically June 24th, 2021, 21:46 pm. The day he came home late and drunk. The moment I asked him what's wrong he fell into my arms breaking down. I held him that night while listening to him scream cry all of his problems. All. His. Venomous. Problems. It was that night I realized how miserable ones life could be.
What makes him wanna take his life?
He should've told me. He should've freaking told me! Instead he locked his lips together and threw away the key. But he's an angel now. There's nothing I could do about it.
His happiness is never real.
All those times where he would joke around and laugh, it was all fake. He did it to make sure I wouldn't worry. But that became otherwise after seeing his unconscious body on the bathroom floor with shattered pieces of a small glass bottle and pills scattered all around him. Not a pleasant sight.
It was like I was never there.
It was like I didn't hold him on those sleepless nights. Then, all of a sudden, all I could hold is his cold, pale and lifeless body. I was crying knowing that it would be the last time seeing him. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I love you and goodbye, brother." I said whispering as droplets of my tears landed softly on his face. He didn't end his pain,
he gave it to me...
»»────── ✩ ──────««
── peekaboo!!
➴ i literally have nothing to say.
bye, bootiful hoomans! :)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
