I open the journal
I read the story
Broken hopes and faded dreams
Suicide,
red entries,
creased pages, crippled thoughts
I turn the page and read again
A answer, reason
confusion, lost innocence
Death and demention, secrets and scars
Too much to handle
I cannot bear to absorbed
Two pages left
I leave the scene,
I close the book
And on the very last page
Sorry was written in blood
