Diary of a broken soul

Diary of a broken soul
 

Diary of a broken soul

Dear diary

Today was the first day i saw the outdoors, my broken down soul felt whole.

I breathed the air like i never did before.

I didn't want to stop, i wanted a whole lot more.

Sometimes, when i walk across the bridge, i just want to go back to my home.

This time i just wanted to keep walking, these are my legs that i own.

I know I'm broken, but doesn't stitches heal?

With my heart i know i can feel.

Dear diary

Nobody knows what i go through everyday.

To get up is a nightmare, to stay sane for just a little while is what I pray.

Every day is like a ticking time bomb tick, tick, tick

My mental illness sometimes spirals out of control, geez, I know I'm sick

What i do from this day to the next one, i will never know.

If i were you i would just leave me alone and if your smart you would go.

Dear diary

This is the last day i will be writing in you, i will be put away for awhile.

Your my best friend in the whole world, since i was a child.

I still have all the letters that i wrote you, somewhere in my books.

My mom says they will make me feel better in the place she's taking me to.

Tell me, how do i look?

These cuts across my wrists are sore, tell me what i should do.

Mom, says to always tell the truth.

But when i do, she locks me up, and there goes another tooth.

My head is so sore, i keep banging it on my wall.

Some day i know I'm gonna fall.

I have these friends that visit me every night.

They are not very nice people, they make me do bad things and i don't think its right.

All it does is make mommy and I fight.

But if i don't listen to them, they say mommy will die tonight.

Dear diary

I'm sitting on my roof top saying good bye to you.

After i write this last letter, I'm jumping 50 feet down, i know you know I'm telling the truth.

I just wanted to tell you my last thoughts before i die.

Here's a Kleenex, please don't cry.

You know me, i never tell a lie.

But i just wanted to tell my diary friend goodbye.

A little black book was lying beside a women's body, her eyes were open wide, she must of died in pain.

Two black birds flew over her body, there were scars across her arms, the evidence was obtained.

The red ink in the pen was dried up, she must of been lying there for quite awhile.

Liquid was coming from her mouth, some kind of vile.

Nobody came to see her, she wasn't very missed.

Her diary must of said it all, she must of had a lot of suspects on her list.

Her diary must of been her best friend, what a way to die.

I grabbed a kleenex, tears were strolling down my eyes.

I'm gonna pray now for this girl, I grab her book and read through the last chapter, her last words were " goodbye."

Oh lord, it makes me wonder why was she so alone, i bend my head down, all i want to do is cry.

This poor girl didn't have to die.

By: Terrylin Corbett