Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I think As I scrawl down my pathetic feelings In blood red ink. Biting my tongue to keep from screaming. Dear Diary, I whisper As I hide from every prying eye that aims to pull me Deeper and deeper, Opening my eyes and trying to see. Dear Diary, I mumble As I draw a mirror and a golden frame That makes me invisible. Except for when I need to take the blame. Dear Diary, I scream As blood trickles from my neck flowing quickly — It's got to be a dream— But I never get what I wish for so fervently.