Who Reads This Crap Anyway?

Dear Diary,

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.