“You won’t be sorry”, she told me slowly. She walked through the door, dragging her feet by. The way she moved was almost unholy. My feelings inside, nearly made me high.

I sat by myself, waiting her return, Hands trembling and shaking, sweat pouring down. Keeping my eyes wide open, they’re starting to burn. The walls sinking in, I feel like I’m going to drown.

Waiting a million hours, still with no call. No one walking through the door, I’m by myself. I don’t think she’s coming back, I gave her my all. I feel like a porcelain doll on a shelf

 I’ll never trust anyone. My lonely life has just begun.