December 4th, 2012. 1:35 A.M.
Dear diary...
Ahem...
Life was such bullshit,
when it tried to pull shit
Like it was being run from the pulpit.
A knife through my doublet,
All the voices saying, "scrub, let's
try and save her."
What happened to me,
is something I wish to un-see.
It worked away like enzymes,
breaking me down emotionally.
Little did I know, I'd come out in almost one piece.
I brought her in as a friend,
A thousand messages a day, I'd try to send.
All happy stuff, so her wounds may try and mend.
Cuz you see,
Her life was fucked up,
like it got sucked up
into the end.
Although I broke, I did not bend.
I liste