What's Wrong With Me.

My dear dear diary...,

       I'm sorry to have to bother you again my dear friend, but I have no one else to turn to... These tears that are hiden. I will never allow them to fall, but they just won't leave me. This pain inside my heart is devouring everything... all feelings... everything. I stare at my reflection, and see nothing in my eyes. No laughter... no hatred, no love. Just nothing. I no longer remember why I write, and why I live. All I know is that I'm here. Dieing so slowly and not fast enough.

       My lips they are sewn shut. Not talking, laughing or explaining my cold tired eyes. My smile is pathetic no happiness, it's all fake. When I come home I lock myself in my room. Trying to drift from everyone, trying to figure out what is exactly wrong, but nothing comes to mind. All I know is nothing. Who am I? Just an empty shell. No passion lerks inside my soul. What happend? Why am I fighting so hard not to cry? Why do these tears want to fall?  I bit my lip to destract me from the pain... the emptiness in my heart. I used to love, used to laugh, used to smile, but now it's all fake. So lost now. Just here... waiting for someone to see... someone to tell me what's wrong with me.

Author's Note

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