Dear Diary,
I don't know anymore
You might be wondering
"What don't you know?"
That's the thing
I. Don't. Know.
I don't know
About life
Love
Friendships
Anything
I just
Don't know
Dear Diary,
I'm in pain
I don't know why
I just am
I don't know where it came from
I just know that's how things are
Dear Diary,
Why
Why
Why
I want to scream
I want to cry
I just want to curl up
In a hole
And never face the world again
Dear Diary,
I am foolish
I am stupid
Why am I like this
Did I really think
That life
Would be easy
Like a movie
Or one of the books I read
That everything
Would be perfect
When in reality
It's anything but
Dear Diary,
I will be okay
I will be okay
This is my mantra
Everything
Will be
Okay
I know it will
It has to be
Maybe not now
Not soon
But one day
All will be okay again
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
