Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

Dear Journal, It's Me Again

Dear Journal

It's me again; I know it's been a while.

It's been very scary, filled with bile.

I'll tell you more on a later date

When it isn't so late.

When the pain has come and lessened

I'll write to you what I have been cursed with.

Dear Journal,

It's happened again! I've fallen, and I know

I wasn't supposed to, and it hurts, I'm bowed...

What shall I do?--I'm still torn.

I wish I was never born.

Dear Journal,

What ever is the point?

Love breaks all joints.

It just aches and hurts and never stops.

No even if you beg, it just leaves doubts.

Dear Journal,

I'm done. I swear.

I'm not fixing another hair.

My mascara is running, but I hope they'll see.

What everyone has done--what they did to me.

A/N

This is simply a poem, please don't ask if I'm OK, everything's great. Just get me up on the poetry charts. XD Love y'all, my few and faithful.

The Ramblings of...

-MoKocola_ *sings*