My diary

There is nothing to live for
I repeat to myself
It has gone what I adore
So I turn to my shelf

My loved one has took
His very own life
I reach for the book
Trying to ignore the knife

This is a diary in which I write
Trying to get over the death
Putting up this fight
Wishing to no longer have breath

But I knew he wouldn’t want this
"I want you to live"
He said while giving me his last kiss
He said he had nothing to give

Dear diary, I can no longer cope
I love him, he’s forever in my heart
But I have no friends, everyone thinks I’m a joke
Now I have no one, I need a new start

To the knife I stare
I feel a feeling of despair
I have took more than I can bear
And my heart, I can no longer repair

But I ignore that death is my desire
And I continue to write
Until I being to tire
For my time is not over tonight

*not a true story*