My Diary

Look at me no more, sorry
burning up the pages of your diary,
just for heat like a thief,
as you fall from your feet, to your knees
watching me, while you weep
my morals have decreased,
and are far beneath
any being that breaths,
all passion or care that Ive had
has succumbed to the feast,
of the monsters that have eaten my needs,
for this love that you speak,
isn't for me,
I no longer seem to need heat ,
forgive me please,
I am me, and I'm mean
move along, join your team, of female feinds
these wounds are deep and unclean
will cut you if you continue to lean on me,
more tears you will weep,
save yourself, hit the beat,
before I unleash these beasts,
no longer will you be in peace,
this cracked shell, will unveil,
what truly lies beneath,
I am weak,
then move along you will.
My Diary;