You lie so broken in your world,
there is no more light, no bliss...

I am sitting here writing this poem
shocked by what I just read...

I'm standing there with blurred, dark eyes,
nothing but a disgrace...

I lie in the park, at the old, breaking bench,
my eyes are burning as my teeth slowly clench...

Dear Peter.
Wow, it's been a while...

Surrounded by shadows, drowned by tears,
choked by words, bounded to fears...

Underneath her mask
lies something un-revealed...

Alone in this darkened place,
cold, so cold, I shiver...

It's another windy September day,
my face has formed a frown...

Dear Diary,
the weirdest thing happened today...

I've only lived for thirteen years,
but I've been through so very much...

The day you left me,
was the day I felt true pain...