I wish they had thought of me as someone. They were the best, in making me suffer. They were the closest, in making me suicidal.
People closest to us are the most beautiful and brilliant people life could gift you with, as not everyone can be your closest, right?
Sometimes these " closest people" can be truly the ones to make you feel as if you were a brutal piece of garbage, oh how can the ones you love, ones you trust, them who allowed you to be so vulnerable, have the rights to only to stab you like you were no one, like you were only a "thing", only to paint you with guilt, only to make you amused by the art you draw upon your self, the crimson red colouring that stained your so beautiful skin, that used to make you weld up just by seeing a small sight of that coloring upon you as an innocent child.
"Isn't it truly beautiful?" I ask you. You suffered this life that provides you a vague readon to live? And your still suffering?
I wish they had just been better, I love them. No, I loved them, it's a lie my feelings aren't my words. Rather my silence is more fitting for me to express my self.
I trust him, I trust him to make things better, only if he didn't come this wouldn't have happened right?...
Would things get better or worse?
Read on. "Yuri-ah don't fear the eyes that may or do judge you. They don't know how your nights went."
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Love from
- Hwan Kyu<3