STORM.

☹thirty one

"tae, get out of bed."

i bit my lip as i hid myself even more under my covers.

today wasn't a good day.

i could feel it.

ever since i woke up all i've done was wish i hadn't.

it's been awhile since the last time i got like this.

it was as if just when i started showing even the littlest bit of improvement,

my life took a full circle leading me back into the darkness as if the nearing light was just a tease;

showing me what i could never obtain.

"you've been in here all day."

you sat down on my bed trying to reason with me,

but your voice wasn't loud enough to get through my thoughts.

they told me not to listen to you.

to just stay here and die,

that it's what i deserved.

"get out or i'm coming in."

jungkook threatened, but it was to no avail.

with a frown, he pulled back the covers, showing the mess that was me.

you seemed to freeze as you took in the view of my tightly closed eyes and tear stained cheeks.

this was the first time you had ever seen me like this.

i used to do anything to make sure you never saw me break down.

one time i even told you i hated you just so you would leave before i broke,

i'd rather you be angry than worried.

even now, as i'm curled up in a ball supposed to be feeling sorry for myself,

all i'm thinking of is you.