Tsipar

Dear Diary,
I've cut my finger.
Nothing to gawk at and linger,
because they wait for me.
Who?
The voices,
they tell me things.
Not that you should agree
but joyous are my choices!
To leave these walls for the one,
a release from the pain I've hung.

Do you hear me?
I've got something!
The longing I've said,
pulling loose hairs on my head!
Now is the time!
How is this mine?!
Because they tell me things!

The stinging in my head,
holding my thoughts in dread!
This time I know I'll feel!
Once over for the heal!

Dear Diary,
There's no more to clentch!
Gone like the storm's drench!
For now I am again,
gone away in the rain.
He was but a child.
The fun we had together!
He had me at a stare,
while I held his hair.
Who?
The one I've been searching for!
playing at the park yesterday,
I watched afar in rage.
This surge below the screams,
until I felt him leave.
Afterwards for a while,
stopping the pain in my bile!
Now it's gone!
Now it's dead!
Now I can hide!
Safe in my bed!

Do you hear me?
I've got nothing left!
The longing I said,
is aloft like the skin I've bled!
Now is the time!
He was mine!
Because they tell me things.

The stinging in my head,
holding my thoughts in dread.
This time I know I'll feel!
Once over for the heal!

......but I hope it's gone.......
......should they find me.....
......I know I'll long......
.......for that place I know to be....