The Diary

Depression,
Taking over again.
I don't remember feeling this.
Why can't I remember yesterday?

I can't seem to let this go.
Why do I feel this way?
What happened to set me back?
I was so happy, yesterday.

Everyone keeps telling me tales,
About how i'm someone I'm not.
Yeah, well, you know what?
Fuck this shit.

I'm a tad bit insane,
A tad bit random.
I'm over-dramatic,
I don't care.

You say you know me,
You say you can see right through.
I hate to break it to ya, Baby,
No one has known me in years.

You impose your will,
You try to turn me into someone else.
Guess what, darling?
I ain't ever gonna change.

I swore I'd stay this way,
To a dying man.
I won't let his angel die,
Even if his angel is souless without him.

I can't understand this feeling,
I'm broken,
Why is this?
My life has turned into a disgrace.

Do you see my scars?
I thought not.
I use to hide them, but everyone saw them.
Now I show them openly, and no one notices.

I've said some of the damnedest things,
these last few days,
But the darkness before day,
That won't hide my soul in gray.

I've watched the world
Float away,
And I must say,
I don't care at all.

It doesn't matter when he's drunk.
It doesn't matter when I bleed.
'Cause I promise you, my dear,
When the sun rises, he'll be a dead man.

You're not my father!
You've only hurt me,
Never gave me anything,
Except pain.

Darling Angel, Can't you see it?
That man isn't your blood.
He's a stranger,
After all, how could a man hurt his darling child?

I've watched you fall,
One too many times.
The final time,
You never got up.

Do you know how much it hurt,
To lose the one you loved the most?
Do you understand the scars,
And why they still bleed?

As I sit and contemplate,
Life and Death,
And everything between,
Do you think of me?

I wonder what it would be like,
To draw a red path up my wrist,
And watch my life's blood flow free,
But you save me from that fate.

Even from the afterlife,
You save me,
Just like in life,
Always there for me.

I never thought
This would happen.
I never thought I'd be left alone.
Damn, where'd you go?

I can't carry on,
It seems.
I can't let go,
I know.

I haven't seen my mother in years,
My father from years before.
I don't care, however.
They were never dear.

I can't seem to let these emtions flow free.
Why do I cling to my pain?
I think its time to move on.
I have to let go of the pain.