Mom is busy working,
While dad is doing drugs,
My sister is cutting herself,
and I am writing away in my diary.
My small and prescious diary.
Peacefully sleeping, and waiting to wake up from the horrible night mare that won't quit bothering me.
But it turns out its reality
No dream, but just reality.
My best friend commits suicide
my boyfriend's mom dies,
lives are lost,
close ones are lost.
Falling away.
Not graspping fully in our hands...
so we just let go.
People say hey it's life,
but I don't believe that.
people shouldn't have to got through that,
no, they shouldn't.
so do what I do?
think positive!
I believe it's the key that makes life happy!
