Every Morning I wake up to nightmares and horrors, even though all of my dreams are over. I go downstairs, only to find, that the troubles in my life have been added by five. My parents are gone, and so is my brother. My arms are a mess, so much of a bother. I can't go to school, everyone will make fun. Of how my life is a hell hole, absoulutly no fun. I live by myself, no one here by my side. My life is so worthless, filled with so many lies. The day is now gone, my life is soon over. I go back to my bed, where its so much warmer. I am only 11, it's sad but so true. I have only one friend, who lives in my room. Everynight I tell it something, it always listens to me. I always start with 'Dear Diary', and end with 'From Me'. My last words of the day are, "goodnight my Dearest Friend." I snuggle up in my blankies, shut my eyes and pretend. For I have cancer, and it's realy no fun, Today's my last day... I am now gone.
Bloody Rosaline · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |