It's scary in here.
So many dark secrets
Lay on the pages.
So many dark thoughts
Words, actions, tear drops, and blood
Lay on the pages.
My pen scrolls across the pages,
Effortlessly writing my anger
And depression.
Why does this object
Exist in my life?
Why would it matter anyway?
It's dark and cold in here.
So many lies of the truth
Lay on the pages.
So many heartfelt
Yet aching feelings of lost love
Lays on the pages.
My pen scrolls across the pages,
Effortlessly writing my explanations
Of every reason to my life that is a lie.
Why does this object
Exist in my life?
Why would it matter anyway?
Author notes
This is a real poem by me. it's mandatory from counselor and parents that I have a Journal/Diary, no if, ans', or buts' about it.
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Comments
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Listen to me my precious young lady - please - the world is at your feet. Millionaires who are older than you can't buy your youth - me included. I realize that you feel down but you are loved, trust me. It will all turn around : I promise you - Tony xx
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very well written. uummm....its mandatory! wow i do keep one too but i do it at free will. u did mention 'blood' 'anger' and 'depression'
mayb they r trying to help out...just maybe
but the poem was great and i enjoyes reading it
take care
btw a journal is good to keep it helps alot at times...i kno it did 4 me maybe it might 4 u too
~FPT
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