A/N: Story 4 of the 5 I have to write to become a Beta Reader. Don't take this seriously, I hate writing stories but I love editing them. Horrible, don't read.
BPOV
I feel the wind across my face
I see the road that is my journey
I know you could've been here with me
Feeling all this too
When the sun comes out it wakes me
From my dreamless slumber
It takes away all of my troubles
It leaves me no regrets
Freedom never feels this good
You kept me locked inside my heart
Never loved me not at all
My heart cannot forget you
You used me, made me fall
It's easier to not recall
What happens when I get back?
From this life escape
From my void I've made
Will everything be the same?
And when I find another
That can love me back
Will you interfere?
Or will you realize…
That loving me was suicide
My heart cannot pretend
To love a man who seemed to be
A devil kind of man