At three o' clock some news arrived
It was horrible
I knew it was going to be the end
but I couldn't get myself
to admit the truth
The tears kept pouring
as I tried to hide the obvious
Two hours later
the stream of tears
finally mellowed
I tried to hide it
but it was just so hard
Then
at nine o' clock
it actually happened
"Oh no"
I went into the bathroom
because the tears would not stop
I hated looking in the mirror
because I hated what I saw
I hated what I was
because I was full of regret
and I knew what I was
At that point
I wished that I could go back
Maybe then
it would be less hurtful
because I could not stand
how broken I felt inside
and I could not stand
the wounding taste of tears
slowly dripping into my mouth
I may have had a shoulder to cry on
but it wasn't enough
I needed my family
Though I didn't want
to renew their pain
I just wanted this sting
to disappear
because it hurt so badly
and it was unbearable
But as time passed
and as I prayed
the pain faded ever so slightly
but to this moment
it still feels as though
a dagger went through my heart
and left a scar
that would last until the end of time
Someone died recently? My condolences, even though we don't know each other. My questions are, though: who, and what, and how, and where? Throughout this diary, you mention how you feel about it, but give no indication as to what happened. The way you built this up had me hungering to know at the end, but when it didn't come, I must say I felt rather disappointed... because... I still have no idea what happened.
Perhaps... tell us at the end, deliver the bomb then? Just a thought. As you said, you found this hard to write, and those writes are always the most satisfying in the strangest sense... in that, it needed to come out.
P.S. A couple of things you may want to fix: "a shoulder (to) cry on" and "(t)he end of time"...
Submission Name: Dear Diary
