The pen was her hand’s Friend
The book was Her Eye’s Friend
Thoughts of her everyday pain
She would slay the book
With her stories for the day
She wrote till tears came
She wrote till she couldn’t
She wrote till she thought
About the pain that first struck
Her heart was like lightning âš¡
She wrote her pains
She wrote her fears
She wrote her problems
She said Dear diary
She spoke about being alone
In a home of 2 wolves
She wrote about leaving
With the wolves that
Had ripped her heart
Hold the biggest wolf was her mom who had failed
To protect her cub
Who failed to give her red
Feeling and gave her
The actual red Blood
That bled in her hearts
She knew she was nothing
To them but meat that
Would someday be roosted
She wrote to her diary
She pleaded with the diary to hear
Her cries
Dear diary please please please come and rescue me
She wrote Dear diary SOS
SHE asked her diary
Can you hear me
She wrote till she cried
She wrote till she couldn’t
She wrote till her hand frisked
And she winced in pain
Like a goat being stained
Be she hadn’t slain the beast yet Cause the biggest
Dear diary secret
Was Suicide