I have opened your pages to the world.
I’ve thrown away the key.
No one was interested in you before
And as for now, why should they be
curious about my life and my hours
spent twisting thoughts into words?
You once held all my secrets, my dreams,
desires, hopes both realistic and absurd.
But I have no secrets left, dear Diary, I’ve
offered and bared my soul and was kidding myself
in believing someone cared.
Thursday, October 20, 2005