Please... Help me...

You made me a promise, and what. The. Fuck. Are you up to now? Huh? What the hell are you thinking, you lying bastard! Why don't you care about your life, and your health? You lied to me, why did you do that? Oh my god, don't you get it? I love you. Okay? I. Love. You. And I care about you, why don't you care?
You made me make a promise, that I have held. And what now, you broke your promise to me, you lied. You hurt me. Please don't do that! Please, don't let yourself getting dragged into the dark, don't ruin yourself like this, it's fuckin' suicide, man! What is your damn problem? Oh, shit. I guess it's too late to hope for you to stop now, is it? 'Cause you have lied once, and you could probably do it twice. Oh, how am I going to manage this? I can't even ... I can't even believe this. It's like, this can't be happening to you - or to me. This isn't the kind of stuff that is meant to haunt us, this isn't real. Not real! I wonder if it will ever sink in, that you, you, have done this to yourself. Oh my god, what am I supposed to do? Oh please... And I can't tell anyone, so I can't get help. I've promised you not to tell anyone. But why should I promise something if you haven't held something you've promised. The trust I had for you is gone, and I don't believe I will ever trust you with anything again.
I will probably have to start seeing a curator, 'cause this is real. I can't run any more, I'll have to face the truth and start dealing with it. Not only for me, for you, too.
I'm so sorry, you don't know how truly sorry I am, for this. But I'll have to do this, 'cause what I found, is tearing me down. If I don't do anything about it, this will probably end and a bad way, for both of us. Me knowing this, what I saw, is killing me, tearing me apart inside. There's a huge pain inside of me, that is worse than another pain I've ever felt. I could brake a leg and I would still only feel the tearing pain that you are causing. And by time, I can never manage to live with that pain, it'll probably end with suicide.
I am sorry, and I know you will probably never forgive me for this, but it's worth it. I would rather keep you alive than see you ruin your life. 'Cause seeing you doing that is ruining my life, too. I don't care if what kind of relationship we have is getting crushed, or if you loose your trust for me, not if it means I can keep you alive, and get you help.
I am sorry and I love you so much.

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