I would have cried if I were you.
The diary i wrote, to get my voice to you.
Tears on my face, rolling down like a waterfall.
Standing in the middle, crying in a crowded hall.
But no one heard this cry.
Comforting me was difficult, but no one cared to try.
Looking at the stars at night.
Hoping that everything was right.
I was never a dowdy or anything.
I would just love to write everything.
From the reason to my smile, to those uncontrollable tears.
I wrote everything down, even my deepest fears.
Living under this dreadful ceiling.
Difficulties, but am still breathing.
As mercy killing would be a crime.
One day, Lord will take me out of this grime.