This Diary...

The forgotten pages relived.
A step back into yesterday.
Memories once so obscure become vivid and clear.
Wounds I promised to never reopen.
It made sense at the time.
These scars, a constant reminder.
To something forgotten.

This diary
A book of love written in secrecy that you'd never understand.
Each small line means so much written in blood.
The tears
It stained the paper where the pen is dragged along.
All things left unsaid get lost within each page left empty.
My diary.

This paper is somehow precious.
My keeper of secrets.
Defiantly standing the test of time.
Preserving such horrors.

These are not the records of the things I've done in the past.
Look into the words and soon an image will find you.

Through suicide, I'll admit I was alive.

Tell me this day will come, the day will come soon.
I buried hurt beneath years worth of happiness.
A foundation leading to collapse.

This only is my diary.
The forgotten pages rewritten.
I give hope some more.
Why...