MIXTAPE。pjm + myg

bye;

"No...NO!" I throw the bottle of beer I was drinking to a wall and start crying loudly.

You weren't dead.

You aren't dead.

There's no way.

I didn't want to admit it, but deep inside, I knew it was true. You weren't going to be by my side anymore, You gave up on me as I had given up on you.

It was your mother that had texted me. She was called to the hospital, You had...overdosed yourself.

It's my fault. My fault. My fault.

I was selfish, stupid. I knew about your issues, your fragility, your broken self. I had intended to heal you but instead i made it worse.

You fixed me, but I broke you. Now I lay alone and shattered, in the ruins of our once euphoric affinity.