My DiaryA Poem by NicoleJust a little poem that I wrote about something I thought of in an English classMy English teacher once asked if anyone kept a diary and everyone kept their hands down I would have raised mine, but I didn't want anyone to know He said that whatever people write, they want others to see But I don't want anyone to see mine You see, I write my diary on my arm A razor as my pen and the blood as my ink I can't tell anyone about my diary If I do then I would be judged, either as an "attention w***e" or "that girl who cuts" People need to understand that it's hard to control emotion That everyone needs a release I don't cry blood I bleed tears And people would just question 'why don't you just do something other than that?' But it's more complicated It's not something that is easy to stop I tried and I failed I let that someone down But he understands Because he, too, keeps a diary And he too, bleeds tears.
© 2013 NicoleAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 28, 2013 Last Updated on October 28, 2013 AuthorNicoleUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Nicole and i enjoy to write romantic, fiction erotica. I am currently 16 years old. I love to write. I also love to read. I'm quite self conscious about my writing so if you could try to g.. more..Writing
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