In my diary,
Lies my deepest desire,
And deepest secrets.
Secrets that I cant say out loud.
Desire that I am afraid of achiving.
In my diary I write things,
As if all the letters are lisinting to me.
In my diary,
I have pictures of memories about my past.
I have poems which never end.
In my diary,
I have a special dream,
A special someone,
And a special hope

i do not want
to face tomorrow
so tonight
i will not sleep

because i see
the sun as the sun
and day only arrives
when i awake.

You're a **** if you, wear a small dress,
Love the company of guys over girls.
You're a social reject, if you haven't yet had a boyfried,
And you're a ***** if you have five ex's.

That is the society's idea,
But we keep forgetting that,
The society is **Us

I'm the type of girl who feels a little too useless
who believes that everyone has to leave a mark.

I'm the type of girl who believes she must save everyone.

I was so busy trying to save someone else,
I forgot for a moment that I too could drown.

I thought
I had you

for always;
I was mistaken.

Some God,
or not,

as the case
may be,

has for some reason,
unknown to me,

has you
from me,

hurtfully
taken.