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Every Morning I wake up to nightmares and horrors, even though all of my dreams are over.
I go downstairs, only to find, that the troubles in my life have been added by five.
My parents are gone, and so is my brother.
My arms are a mess, so much of a bother.
I can't go to school, everyone will make fun.
Of how my life is a hell hole, absoulutly no fun.
I live by myself, no one here by my side.
My life is so worthless, filled with so many lies.
The day is now gone, my life is soon over.
I go back to my bed, where its so much warmer.
I am only 11, it's sad but so true.
I have only one friend, who lives in my room.
Everynight I tell it something, it always listens to me.
I always start with 'Dear Diary', and end with 'From Me'.
My last words of the day are, "goodnight my Dearest Friend."
I snuggle up in my blankies, shut my eyes and pretend.
For I have cancer, and it's realy no fun, Today's my last day...
I am now gone.
 Bloody Rosaline · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |
