Dear Diary...

Dear Diary...

I'm doing ok, but no one cares,
I've been single for many years.
There is this one girl I really like,
I think she has a thing for Mike.

Diary, I'm just looking for a chance,
to get the guts to ask Sally to a dance.
Don't worry about me, Ill be alright,
well I'm off to bed, until next time I write.

Dear diary,
I have some news you might like,
Sally doesn't have feelings for Mike.
Tomorrow I'll tell her how I feel,
so I'll write later and tell you the deal.

Dear diary,
Sally and I are finally dating,
this was worth all the waiting.
Took her to the movies today,
found all the right words to say.

We're going out on Friday night,
was thinking dinner by candle light.
But still, I don't really know,
anyways, it's time for me to go.

Dear diary...
I think, Sally and I are doing well,
but sometimes it's too hard to tell.
It's been a month and a week,
but some nights we never speak.

Still, I'm a bit worried about us,
but maybe I'm just making a fuss.
Oh, well she is calling me now,
so I'll write again later, ciao.

Dear diary...
Bad news, Sally and I broke up today,
it seems things didn't go our way.
I'm really sad, so it's hard to write,
I'll write when I feel better, goodnight.

Dear diary,
Sally and Mike are now going out,
I don't know what that's all about.
Now I don't want to ever see her,
I'll make all our memories a blur.

I've never written anything like this,
but the thought of her gets me pissed.
Never been this upset before,
Sorry, I can't write anymore.

Dear diary...
I promised I wasn't going to write,
but something happened last night.
Sally called and said she loves me,
and that she wanted us to be.

How can she tear out my heart,
and say we should never be apart?
I don't know what to do diary,
I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Dear Diary...
I don't have much time,
my life is on the line.
Today I was slapped,
I must have snapped.

I came home with tears,
as I ran up the stairs.
To my room and on my bed,
my wrists were a bloody red.

I saw broken glass on the floor,
bleeding before I made the door.
This is the last I will write bud,
I'm signing out for good. In blood.