Diary

Tears streak down her face,

As she reads the diary entries of before,

Ones filled with pain and sorrow,

And melancholy more.

Friends who were not friends,

A love forever lost,

Anger of betrayal pure,

Dealing at a cost.

Her heart has been tortured,

A hot knife pierced in,

Beaten by the close,

Her heart is now tin.

Rusted it is now,

Afraid to open again,

To the pain and sorrow,

She will receive when?