Journal

Dear journal,
sometimes i feel like nobodies there,
i feel like I'm lost and nobody cares.

He tells me life ain't so bad, to let my wrist heal, and tries to make me promise to never do it again.

but i can't just stop,
he tells me to tell him whats causing my pain.
But how do i tell him,
what do i say,
since after all it's him causing this pain.

Dear journal,
He saw my wrist again today,
he said i need to look at life another way.

But when i look at life i see him,
he's my major plan.

Dear journal,
he looked at my wrist again today,
he said if i do it again,
he'll start doing it too.

He tells me he's always there to support me,
and i should let him know whats wrong.
so i tell him almost every thing except for the most painful one of all.

Dear journal,
today he told me he wanted to talk to me,
he pulled up my sleeve and said i know it hurts.
Then he pulled up his,
and shied me his wrist, scratches with spots of blood, now staining his perfect ivory skin.
So this will be my last entry because today I'm gonna finish,
today will be the day i die