Dear Diary

Dear Diary, Head’s a mess Everything gets me easily stressed I left the pills But I can’t let go Of anything else, Oh the worldly woes.

My hands are shaking Withdrawal’s a mess I cry a lot, I’m under duress, My love, my lives,

They get tired of me Depressed teenager- Now adult, leaves society.

But mostly tired of me Because I’m a mess But I try to treat them As kind as I get I love them so, I don’t let them go, The worldly tether binds me But I feel They want to let go.

Dear Diary, I fight But alone.

Love, Aames