They all saw me writing it today and every single day.

Wondering what am I writing in that diary of mine.

I should haven’t written it at all because they were dying to know what’s inside it .

Painful part is that I trusted them when I left it in the house going to school. Thinking that my own blood will never sneak on my things like that.

Only to find out that one day they would be with a serious fights in the house and they told me face to face that they read every single thing I wrote on that diary.

My heart was broken cause that was my personal stuff I wrote in that diary, they didn’t care about my feelings because I was under their roof. They didn’t want to know about a person’s privacy.

They made me stop writing a diary and hate being with it too. Their job was to look for it while I was on my way to school.