I am scared,
as I walk alone...

He is no longer with me,
He is no longer there...

I have a friend,
who lied to me before...

I used to love you
and used to think of you before I sleep...

I have a question...
Why is it that I think of you always...

Could you not have known
that I missed you...

Dearest Diary,
you became my only loyal friend...