Dear Diary,
i am weak,
every little step away from you,
causes panic and shakes i couldn't seem to control,
i would gladly sleep away my pain,
but how can i when you haunt me in my dreams,
and wake me up with my heart banging my chest,
and mouth that gasps for air that i breathe?
i am so weak,
for you drained me,
with hope and lies,
bitter words and eyes that cry,
when your hands meet my body it sighs,
with disappointment that it's bravery i lack,
for i am so weak,
and maybe that is the reason why i keep coming back.
p.s i am still scared