Dear Diary, Can you tell me what's a friend?
Is it someone special or who will stay to the very end?
Is it something that can only go to those who are true
Or is it just a glimpse of hope waiting there for you?
Dear Diary, today's my first day of school
But sadly I'm the newest and don't know any of the rules
And the others they turn away, and alone I will sit
For some odd reason I just don't quite fit
Dear Diary, today this boy called me a name
I'm not sure why, everyone was laughing- to my very shame
What did he mean, so I looked it up in the computer log
But it doesn't make much sense, why'd he call me a dog?
Dear diary, today I have just turned ten
But also I feel quite down, such a repeating trend
I'm the quietest one it seems, in this fantasy
Does no one understand? Is this a matter of sanity?
Dear Diary, Today was the first day in Junior High
But you see I seem to be followed, by that mean school guy
I don't understand why he laughs and points at me
Right now I feel so empty, never to be free.
A few weeks have past, and that guy brought to me his friends
And the laughter and the taunts never cease, and never, ever ends
And now I run for cover tears in my eyes
Wanting to hide from everything on the outside...
Dear Diary, today I'm wincing as I sit
That guy he came to me, and that was before the hit.
My side feels like it's going to just explode
My mind slowly shutting down as it starts to implode...
Dear Diary, today I started High School
But woe to me, going made me be a fool.
Now it's not just that guy, but others all around
Making fun of me, throwing me to the ground.
I don't know how I live through it all
I feel as though I'm slamming into a wall
My wings were broken before I flew
And I crashed, crying out to someone, but who?
Dear Diary; College seems to be no different
Everyday day passes; and my heart feels independent
The names and the threats they never will stop
I fell to the bottom of the cavern before I reached the top.
And everyday that passes, it passes all to slow
It's like I'm stuck in slow-motion, with nowhere left to go.
And little by little you lose yourself, and start to die
And that's when you learn what it means not to cry.
Dear Diary, I just turned to a whooping seventy-five
And yet I'm still alone, and sadly to my own self, now deprived
I could always love, but my heart shriveled and turned to stone
Makes you wonder the phrase, about the sticks and bones...
And yet I started to write, it seems my only passion
But that's not when I'm buried by depression
And I think I'm going to write all about my experiences I've ever endured
At least maybe someone will come on by, but that chance fewer and fewer...
Dear Diary, I'm now of age ninety-nine
And I'm lying in a hospital bed, my life now on the line-
But all I have to do now is wait, and maybe there's a chance
That I could be the one, who now won't be judged at sudden glance
And only a few more moments, and then I'll be one-hundred years old
And remember about that book, I finished it and had it sold.
But now I can rest my eyes, as the clock it chimes at midnight
And finally find the warmth in true color spread light...
Dear Diary, I'd like to thank you to the end
Through the waking moments of my life, I truly found a friend
And it didn't matter when you'd open up to me
You were my only hope in this such land of the free
And Dear Diary Please take my thanks
I mean it truly and sincere
You were always there, always helping, always listening
Through my entire life; when the bullying was my greatest fear...