As the thoughts and emotions flow,
The pages fill up.
What will happen when my mind
Has nowhere to turn to?
No more pages to fill?
When a pond is full, it overflows,
Letting go some of what makes it beautiful.
What will happen to my pages,
My storybook,
My escape?
If it overflows, it wont let me in anymore.

They're back.
As they try to escape,
I silently scream,
Paralyzing them.
I think they're scared of me.
They know what is in my head.
The thought of seeing myself dead.
I'm scared of me, too.
They try to run down,
Rain down,
But they're all I have.
If they escape and my eyes go dry,
I'll be empty.

I am nothing without my tears.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
All parents and teachers say so,
But they are wrong.
And they know it.
I've heard it all.
Fake,
Emo,
Suicidal freak.
It's true.
I am, but
I don't want people to know.
That's why I wear my mask.
Everyone says it's beautiful,
But if they saw the horror underneath...

My mind is broken,
And if my mask is broken, too,
I'll prove it to you.

No.
Not yet.
Just wait until I get home...
Safe in my room,
With my music,
My books,
My chalkboard.
That's all I ask.
It'll be difficult,
But, please,
Hold off my tears until then.
Please not yet.

dontspeakjustholdme.saveme.breatheme

I can't do it.
I can't pretend anymore,
But I can't be myself either.
This...
This...
This MASK is crazy glued to my face!
A never-ending smile,
A never-ending mass of energy.
I'm tired,
I'm upset,
I'm only happy around a few certain people,
I'm helpless.
I can't stop it.
Help me...
Help me...
HELP ME BE ME!!!

Please?

                                       Dear Diary,
                                       I can't handle this anymore...