May 12th
I don't know why I keep this journal anymore.... no one can hear the ink- fuelled pain in which I write here, no knows the tears it cries and if they did.... would they care?
Daisy closed the velvet red book and sighed as she looked out her window. The sun was shining and she could hear the girls soft laughter coming from the park just a 2-minute walk from her front door. She got up and pressed a button on her CD player, soft piano spilling from the speakers.... then an angst filled scream before the loud beating of the drum and a heavy base filled the room. She opened her journal again, flicking between the inky scrawlings, reading paragraphs before skipping to the next page, unfinished
I don't know why I keep this journal anymore.... no one can hear the ink- fuelled pain in which I write here, no knows the tears it cries and if they did.... would they care?
Daisy closed the velvet red book and sighed as she looked out her window. The sun was shining and she could hear the girls soft laughter coming from the park just a 2-minute walk from her front door. She got up and pressed a button on her CD player, soft piano spilling from the speakers.... then an angst filled scream before the loud beating of the drum and a heavy base filled the room. She opened her journal again, flicking between the inky scrawlings, reading paragraphs before skipping to the next page, unfinished