Dear diary;
Sometimes I wish
I could stop existing-
no, not to die,
but just to stop feeling-
just to stop being.

Dear diary;
last night I met the moon.
She forgot how to shine in
the darkest of nights.
We grew close-
a bittersweet bond
since one of us
was fading
away.

Dear diary;
my heart
met my soulmate
in the space between
slumber and waking.

Dear Diary;
Today is for the chocolate lovers
and the hopeless romantics.
This year,
I am not one of them.

i. how can i create a legacy when my legs can't hold the pressure i'm given?

ii. how can i keep my eyes on the future when the sea salt tears blurring my peripheral are seeping into the centre of my vision?

iii. how can i keep my heart good and pure when nothing but **** drains into my chest through the bullet holes left in my torso?

iv. how can i love myself when i'm fed propaganda about ethereal goddess-like women that i could never match?

v. how can i create beauty when my hands are plagued with the burden of fixing what those before me broke?

vi. how can i rid my mind of these voices when they're the only company i have?

Dear diary;
At last,
it is Friday
and now I want
to make bad decisions
that I can survive.

Dear diary;
today I
did not write,
I did not paint,
and I did not compose.
I did not live today but,
then again, I guess that's
no different to any other day.

Dear diary;
All of the good days are nothing
compared to the emptiness I feel
since she took her away-
or more like a piece of me away.
And now I think I am getting sick
from all of the poison she fed me
over the past year-
that's all she left.

that the promises that you sugar-coated
would build up like lava
and when it erupts, certain
things did hurt.

the words you used
made my heart skip everyday.
or how at a point of time, you seemed
much more important
than the rest.

the day you went off
with someone else. it was
all too hard to absorb. i had
one too many breakdowns.
or my heart was crushed.

i wish you'd known, how much
you meant to me at a point of time.