Dear diary ,
Another bad day
or
I'm so unfortunate?
Still worrying about tomorrow
Isn't it so eldriTch?
Same old ways
Same people to face
All that unreasonable stuff
To deal with
Still a small , a very small hope
I would live with
"The new me".
As if I have accepted this
temporary happiness in my life
People may come
People may go
I shouldn't rely on them
anymore.
May be I am so good at tackling
Peeps
Something that gives relief
It's d worst I' m facing
What more is left?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
PuisiRandom thoughts - some positive some negative what to chose what to feel and how to heal , don't know. Pen is my tongue nd paper is like a friend and diary is the vault of all my untold thoughts .
