Dear diary

Dear diary

Dear Diary

I’m writing to you from a far away bus station.

I’m sitting in a cold dark and damp station.

I fond a flashlight and I’m using some battery’s I stole from a remote.

I’m sorry for the pain I caused everyone.

I should have never done this.

Not did I cause pain for everyone and my loved ones but I have caused pain to myself too.

I realize that but how am I supposed to tell my friends and family?

That I love them lots.

So I guess life just sucks

sitting in this cold dark damp bus station.

Love Crystal

an angel "Crystal went up to heaven. The bus she was waiting for was the bus to heaven or hell. This time she took the right bus. It took her the right way. Most people don’t survive. The cold dark and damp bus station with a bunch of lonely rain drops falling on them. But this time Crystal did."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is one that is suposed to take you emagination away to another place. kinda make you relize what life really is. and how much it really means to one person

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love the logics expressed in this poem with a good idea.. I went through few of your poems and loved them are good poetess and hope you never stop writing and add more poems.. this poem is good and love it..hope you like my poems too.. and let me know if they also touch your heart.. I am basically a peace wisher poet with 6 books published... I am a peace dreamer, love-based peace promoter... hope you be with me... let me share here one of my own famous say with you... ( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq