Hidden Diary

I can't take this anymore
Depression = My Life
Doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong
I always seem to turn to the Knife

When I'm so happy
When I think my life is going right
It all changes when I get home
I go to my hidden diary, my wrist and my knife

My arms and wrists
Are full or hidden truths and stories
Its my hidden diary
But the more I write for some reason I worry

But this is MY hidden diary
That no one can know
I can't stop its the only way
To let my true feelings show

So I keep writing
About my pain
And every night
My hidden diary is added to again!

© Crystal Gray