Dear Diary,
Its you who knows me o so well...
When the stress of it all
burns my mind like acid tears...
I did it so bad this time
But I didn't shed a tear...
You know I need help
You can see it in my eyes...
Ill smile and laugh,
And pretend I'm ok...
It was 10 p.m. I was on the phone,
To the one I adore and love so much...
You don't even care,
When I'm in this sad state...
Why do you glare at me
With those ugly brown eyes...
I toss and turn
And think of the knife...
Sadness is a part of me
always there...
That night I sat so still
Quivering with fears...
There's nothing my mind will forgive
As I struggle through this night...