(Inspiration from Dear Diary and Dear Diary pt 2 by Mikelwj)
Dear Diary
I'm in middle school and I always feel so nervous
Tell me why is it that everyone else is so perfect
While I feel so worthless
and they look so happy
When lately for me
my mood has been so crappy
Every day I wake up in my room
lock the door
Start to think about all the misery
that I felt the day before
Then I look down at my arms
and see the cuts
Then I think suicide
and about the blood
So I reach for the knife without hesitation
slice my arms until
I get a stinging sensation
The cuts may sting
but at least it gives me feeling
anything better than
all the misery that the other kids are dealing
The sting shows me that I'm still living
It shows me that I'm surviving
as the blood starts dripping
How can I explain the feeling
I get with the knife in hand
I feel so alive
I think I might go mad.
