Dear Fucking Diary,
Christmas is approaching faster than I thought. I shall spend it alone, with you and a knife. The sadness is anger now, anger at everyone, maybe that's just my period though. I have diagnosed myself with a severe case now. I hate everyone. And everything. Apart from my blades. Here is another poem, Enjoy:
Shining like a diamond,
Tempting like a temptress,
I might just give in,
Maybe once or maybe twice.
Or maybe this is theft.
Shining like a diamond,
Tempting like a temptress,
This blade is so pretty,
But I only want to caress.
Shining like a diamond,
Tempting like a temptress,
The blade is so close,
I'm sorry but this is definitely theft.
YOU ARE READING
One O'clock
Teen FictionLykra James. Not a normal girl. That was easy enough to tell.
