I look over my shoulder, and what a surprise, you aren't there...
I make a wish upon a star, and still, you do not come.
I envision you be my side, praying for you to materialize.
I wait for your presence, which never arrives.
I lay down in bed, and imagine you sitting nearby.
I open my eyes, and once again you're gone.
I feel the tears running down my stung cheeks.
I cry endless nights to no prevail.
I ask god when you are coming, he is silent.
I pray for your arrival, it never comes.
I sit in darkness, weeping for my loss.
I feel empty, alone, and morbid.
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The Diary of a Princess
Many people don't know me for who I am. They assume that I am nothing, just by glancing at me. If you want to really know me, then read my journal.
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