Dear Diary,
I try so hard sometimes
but it's never enough
and the world seems too cold
and some problems just too tough
I tried to tell her today
that I was hurting inside
but she didn't hear me
and then I cried
and I couldn't get across to her
the way that I feel
because I couldn't explain it
in terms that were real
Dear Diary,
I told him today
that I couldn't do it anymore
but he laughed it off
and blew me a kiss as he closed the door
He doesn't know I mean it
I understand, it's not his fault
but without people working at it,
problems can't be solved
I don't know what it is in me
that makes me feel so dark
but my soul seems frozen and empty,
and the feelings've spread to my heart
Dear Diary,
they're too young to see the pain
thier eyes too fresh to know what to look for
and above all I don't want to hurt them,
but I can't do this anymore
I've just run out of drive
and I'm ready and willing to give it up
I put up a fight when I could,
but I just don't have the stuff
I'm tired now, so goodnight
my days are over and time is through,
Dear Diary I wish I could say to them,
all the things I say to you.
