Holding on was tough when you couldn't even do that.
I realized at a young age that I wouldn't always be the happy, bubbly kid I was.
I thought it would all stay the same.
Saying it now just feels bitter.
I wish I knew that I would have to deal with this so I could have told myself,
everything was going to be alright and that I could stay strong.
I guess I was too dense.
I guess I was too caught up in my own world to notice how cruel everything was around me.
If I did, I wouldn't be here in this moment.
Sitting under a dark bridge,
desperately holding on to my body in an attempt to warm myself up.
I couldn't lie that I missed the memories of being happy.
I wonder if I'll ever be okay.
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are you leaving now? ◾j.jk & bts◾
قصص الهواةwhy am I here? why did I decide to be with you? i was just an extra, wasn't i? you never cared for me. or maybe I'm delusional. no, no. i'm never delusional. do you hate me? i'll just leave. don't try to stop me. will you? of course not. (of course...
