Hello, dear diary, welcome back, whatever greeting you now use,
I have letters from myself, unknown,
Take a walk in my shoes;
One time, I was knocked unconscious,
It got the school's principal saying
'That's preposterous!'
I spend my time being alone,
Writing my letters,
From unknown
Another day, another Bruise,
I have choices,
I've tried before,
Life or death?
What to choose
"Slit your wrists!"
"Die, kill yourself already!"
Those words,
Wether it's the three or four,
Those few words are deadly,
Please, don't say those sickly phrases anymore.
I don't like pop music,
I prefer pop punk, rock and metal,
"Emo, everyone she's emo!"
So what if am?
The only time you accept me?
It's when I sing along to the pop acoustic,
I've ranted enough,
Let's talk about another day,
"I think she's lesbian!"
Is what my enemy jeers and she has the audacity to say.
You're the reason I'm scared to come out,
I'm bisexual, I could come off as pan too,
You're disgust for my community,
It brings me to tears,
I've ranted again,
If you read this,
Send help.
Not to me
To this emessedbup people who can't accept you.
Enjoy my pain,
I'm glad to let it out,
Step back into your own shoes,
Like I said;
'Another day, another Bruise"
That's life for me and others too,
Love everyone, cheesy I know.
Just don't live your elder live in
Sorrow.
