When my life was a hue and cry,
When my sorrows had no end
Where there wasn’t a place where happiness could be spent
Where my thoughts and desires couldn’t cope up,
Where my heart was breaking down into tiny fragments
When my love to someone else was awful,
Where life was just a desire to dream about
And when I couldn’t find peace,
I FOUND YOU, MY DIARY!
In a place I can’t think or dream about,
I found you, my glorious diary.
In such a beautiful land
You took the time to admire my sand.
From then on,
I got someone to hear my agonies and aspirations,
That’s when I distinguished what life genuinely meant to me…
I wrote everything that came from deep within,
Each and every day I had the fondness of writing you,
You fodder me with the land of happiness which I’ve never met,
What else can a human ask from you, MY DIARY?