Here I am again,
Making my thoughts take over my choices,
Crying because I believe I make the wrong choice.
I felt so cold and so sick,
I felt a warm shiver run down my back I just brushed it off thinking it was just nothing,
Then I felt it again,
I walked towards my balcony door thinking I left it open but it appeared to be locked,
A small grin appeared on my face to realise he was here,
The devil.
He looked up at me with what to appeared to be a sad face,
Which is weird as his always grinning,
He knew as why I was upset he always did without me telling him,
He always seems to appear when he knows I'm hurting deep within.
I looked at him just thought how he knew when I was always hurting but I guess that's a story for another time.
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Losing everything
PuisiNot another novel🙄 DISCLAIMER Some are poems while some aren't