Dear Diary,
I'm actually doing OK,
No severe depression,
At least not today.
School is going fine,
I'm now officially a Junior.
Maybe my life is turning around and it's a sign.
Maybe I'm not such a loser.
My skin is fine, no recent cuts,
No thoughts of suicide and such.
I won't leave this world just yet,
But I must remind you,
That date isn't set.
Dear Diary,
My world is slowly falling apart.
Something inside is weakening,
And I do believe it's my heart.
My feelings are overwhelming me again,
Dark thoughts are slowly returning to my mind.
My prayers to God I continue to send,
But, sigh, no relief can I find.
God hates me I bet.
I won't leave this world just yet,
But I must remind you,
That date isn't set.
Dear Diary,
I haven't written in a while,
But this depression is becoming my style.
I constantly get sh!t thrown in my face,
Happiness seems to be an unfair right.
Small cuts on my body are begging to lace.
I'm honestly starting to lose this fight.
I won't leave this world just yet,
But I must remind you,
That date isn't set.
Dear Diary,
I'm still trying,
But only pain and sadness am I finding.
I'm alone in this bid dark world,
Suicidal thoughts are back and whirling.
I'm sick of crying and cutting all night,
My life just isn't right.
I won't leave this world just yet,
But I must remind you,
That date isn't set.
Dear Diary & Everyone Else,
I have failed,
My life will now sail.
Nobody saved me,
Now I know I should leave.
There's just too much pain.
As my blood stains this final letter,
I listen to the outside pouring rain.
Today I leave this world.
In this diary my life will unfurl.
I've always been a screwed up girl with a messed up life.
And now I end it all,
With one last slash of my blood-stained knife.
