I miss him.
I miss the pain.
I miss the cuts.
I miss don't wanna wake up in the mornings because I know it will not stop until I decide to die.
I miss the ugly words that makes me deep cuts on my skin.
I miss to feel the darkness in me.
I miss the devil in me.
He was tough, he was evil, he was the bad guy, he was the thief, he was a wolf, the evil witch, the vampire, he was bad things. But he was there when no one was. Even tho I was falling apart he took me high to take me down. It was a game for him. I just wanted to stop. But when it did, I realize that I was lost without him.
Just like that one day he left me. One day, just like that, his presence was no more around me.
Now I am the one who's gotta be the bad witch, the wolf, the vampire. Now i have to be the one who is hurting me. The one who make those scars in my skin and soul.
I gave him my life, thinking that he will always be there, but then, without saying a word, he left me with the her. That's when I realized that I had a new enemy.
