Day 1
January
16, 2008
Expressions, emotions, thoughts, and lives
can always be altered. No one knew of this hidden secret I held deep
inside. Lying helplessly every night on my back crying, cursing,
exploding from internally built up rage against myself. I may speak
the truth but some may not believe, because to society I appear fine.
I'm writing a diary of feelings no one knows of, and that no one
sees. I call this portion of my life "The Diary of the Unseen."
No one is who they appear to be, and to stay strong you must trust no
one.
Life can be good, life can be great,
But
sometimes its misunderstood, it's only fate.
If you stay strong
life will last long.
If you act weak, death is what you seek.
The
more people you trust the more you can get hurt,
Its like love and
lust, making something you weren't.
You should choose to lose and
never abuse the feelings you use.
To report the news when you
kneel in the pews,
And drink all the boozes, with your life
advertised in tattoos.
This marks the end of day 1 and I've
learned to accept and never run.
