Hello Diary,

I did it again...

Let myself go...

and let love in...

but I didn't know...

This time was for real...

that he would be so good...

and all my wounds would heal...

I dare not tell him...

Or dare I do?

Let it all out,and tell everyone?

No,I think not

because this love will only foster then rot...

It will run like a sore

left to fester in the skin...

I want him to know so badly

yet I want my depression to win...

That way I could never hurt him,after I've died

because I know I'd only hurt him while I'm alive...

I don't deserve love,I deserve the knife

I don't know how to love,I hate my own life...

So I'll take my life,

with this knife,

one final dark mark upon my soul,

this final slice,

cutting a hole,tic-tac-toe,three in a row,

thrice the slice,I'll never let this love go...