Open the notebook,
What will you find?
You know it’s dark inside,
But how bad could it really be?
Depression and overdosing,
Hatred of self and others,
Misunderstandings and rejection,
All things hidden away in that book.
There was a reason I only wrote those words,
And there’s a reason that I hide them,
No-one should ever have to see into that dark hole,
The downward spiral of an inner mind.
Have you ever scared yourself?
So much that you start to cry,
At the horrors of what you once went through,
The words on the page like a slap to the face.