So much for privacy, echoes in my mind, my journal, stolen, and torn alive.
So many people, now know my thoughts, all their comments, taunting me so.
Wishing to disappear, hoping to be ignored, but more jeers, pierce through my soul.
Not a person, caring anymore, it shows what happens, when a girl like me, is destroyed.
I used to have friends, lots of them infact, but after my journal was read, they seemed to disappear.
It's not worth it anymore, this taunting, I'm ready to implore, my soul, set free, maybe there, I'd be happy.
My life was shred, before my eyes, watching people read my life, tairing it up, and killing it, till there was nothing left, except a broken me.
I think I might be ready, just skip school, and disappear, never go on messenger, and never be anywhere.
Depression flows throughout my body, bringing down what's left of me, maybe here for the last time, so sad, and so left with nothing.
