Sealed from the world,
The book lies on the table...

As I stare at the blank piece of paper,
I find no words to fill its emptiness...

Pages of my diary lie in front of me.
Pages and pages of poems...

Through the eyes of a child,
So innocent and pure...

The day you walked away,
You took my heart out of my chest...

I'm tired of trying to believe
Everyone of my lies...

Silently crying, my head rests on your chest.
Your hand caresses my hair, comforting me...

The book is revealing one's soul once more.
The writer seems like a complete stranger...

Looking back at the memories we had,
I realize that you never knew me...

I am a broken butterfly.
Beautiful on the outside...

You were the only one
That saw the truth...

Her voice speaks of the pain she's suffered.
And thoughts race through my mind...