Dear diary

Dear Diary

Dear diary. Ive seen the love,
Its in his eyes.
But it is not love for me, As i fall, will he catch me in the arms?
He goes on unknowing of my shed tears
or of the blood i bleed.

Dear diary, To this day, he still holds her in his arms .
He will share no other love,
I will n o longer look into his eyes.
For if i do, they fill with tears
and it breaks my heart.
It still bleeds

Dear diary, Its been a while since ive seen him with my eyes.
IN that time i have shared no other love,
They havnt fallen; my tears.
And i still bleed,
from my heart.
I continue to fall, waiting for him to catch me in his arms.

Dear diary, Even longer since ive seen his eyes.
I still fall, waiting for his arms
to hold me closely, but his arms are full of his love.
She preocupies his heart,
she has taken his tears.
he has control over my ability to bleed.

Dear diary, I saw him yesterday, no on in his arms.
His eyes,
they were filled withtears.
His heart,
was without love.
And his wrists, they bleed.

Dear diary, How come he does not open his eyes?
Why is his sight blinded by tears?
Why wont his heart,
why wont it heal with the constant bleed
of his bldy. WHy can he not see my love?
Will he not catch me in his arms?

Dear diary, I have come to realize that even through his eyes are filled with tears, i can not consol him. Even if my heart is filled with pure love, i will continue to bleed, staining my skin. As the blood flows, so does the thought. No one eill ever catch me in their arms.