Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY

Entry Forty Four

Dear Diary,

Gosh I hate you so much for what you did to me
You took my innocence and you left it out to sea
Now I sit here wondering, where did I go wrong
While you roll your eyes to the sound of this song

Gosh I hate the people that are so called my 'friends'
They stab me in the heart and they're gone in the end.
My heart is breaking, hands won't stop shaking
couldn't care less at the thought of me pacing

Now I know i'm not, the one, for you
But why did you have to, destroy my heart too
Now a simple explanation would make it all better
I say that but i'd still be missing your sweater.

I know i'm not, the one, for you
But how can you do all the things that you do
You shoot me with poison, and then suck it out
Gosh I hate you so much I could shout

What am I to people if not the rodeo clown?
I want to get out of this small twisted town.
but i still have years, and many more tears-
to shed on people i thought we're my peers

I know this songs sad.
And not very funny.
But one day i'll be glad.
Only worried about money.

So maybe that's the lesson, that i take from this
Pressuring people to love me will never be bliss
No matter how lonely, no matter how tired
Why would i be with someone who snuffs my fire?

And why should i care, about people who don't care?
People who refuse to take turns and share
It's really their loss, there will never be another me
And I hope that thought haunts them, and drags them out to sea.