Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
Things have gotten so bad
I hate to sit and remember
The life that I once had

No one seems to understand anymore
I sit in my room and cry my eyes out
sit there in silence
but I am trying to shout

This depression
it is eating me alive
as soon as i think that i am getting better
i take a effing nose dive

i don't see the point
you are the only one there
diary they said "i will always be here for you
this i promise this i swear"

but as i look around now diary
where are they show me
cause i cant see them
i need to be set free

i walk to school with fake smiles
and long sleeves on my arms
so they think i am happy
and wont think i self harm

there is nothing
that anyone can do
the only thing i have
diary, is you

*i know it isn't that great but it just came to me*