Dear Diary,

One day she won't cry when you walk out the door.
One day you'll realize you needed her more.
One day your life will change not for better but for worse
all bc you took her love for granted and tossed her heart in a herse.
They say friends stab you in the back
but love stabs you from the front.
She just had her eyes closed playing the game of trust.
Broken promises and shattered dreams is all she ever seen.
The knife cut so deep all the way to the spleen.
So many questions about what she did wrong.
Trying to answer them herself because she's always alone!
No where to turn to, no one to trust.
Broken inside, heart turned to dust.
Trying not to confuse a broken heart from giving up.
Needing answers, needing luck.
Tears fallen on stained paper as she writes how she feels
only to keep her feelings hidden and sealed.
Dear diary, I'm broken!

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