I'm restless today, and lonely too.
There is a lot to say, but no one is here to listen.
The heart has become very heavy, but no one is near.
I have to say, I just have to say.
I can't keep quiet anymore, I can't bear it anymore,
But to whom should I tell, to whom should I express my feelings?
there is no one here...
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There is someone, my loneliness and this diary.
My loneliness torments me, and this diary gives me hope.
I can express all my wishes and desires to this diary.
Sometimes I fill it with love,
Sometimes I wet it with tears,
Sometimes I start fighting with it,
Sometimes I make friends with it.
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My diary never complains to me,
it never leaves me.
It embraces my every emotion,
It supports me at every turn.
Whenever I want, wherever I want,
It appears in front of me.
And it says to me,
I am always there for you.
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Comments (3)
This was so touching and emotional. Loved your poem!
"My diary never complains to me," Actually this line is perfectly written by you. It reflects the true feeling of a real writers who write their diary with love.
Every day write in a diary book. Shedding your grievances into writing. Then, after rereading it, it becomes an idea for writing.