A person who does not Exist

You are my best friend,
When I need you the most,
You are my best friend,
When happiness is a ghost,

Someone to tell all my thoughts,
A shoulder to cry on,
All I need is a pen,
And your paper to write on,

Holding my secrets,
Is something you've always done well,
Not told a single soul,
Till you even fell,

You do not close your covers,
When I feel the need to cut or die,
Instead I write all off my feelings,
And sit down in my corner and cry,

She comes to the rescue,
When I want to slit my wrists,
To bad you’re just a journal,
And a person who does not exist.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on April 5th, 2005