Diary

Dearest Diary
remember when i wrote to you and i said i was sorry
for all the stupid shit i did
and how i underlined never again
how my chest hurts to breathe
and how i begged you please
and the nights how i thought i found a good guy
but all he did was hurt me and so all i did was cry
all the new friends i was making
and how the old ones were torn and breaking
how i tried to smile
to please them, even just for a while
and that summer when i tried to be them again
but it only hurt me deeper in
and htose days when all i wanted to do was die
so i wrote to you asking you why
but you never wrote back and things arn’t getting better
i guess all i can do is sit back and remember
the good and bad
the happy and sad
and now all you got left is a Diary
filled with nothing but me, as a memory