Dear Diary,
I'm like a lioness trapped in its cage, pacing back and forth, with nowhere to go. Thinking of a way out but knows that they will eventually catch me.
What's the use of plotting when nothing can be done?
What is my point of being like this?
Why fucking keep me when I'm not needed?
No love.
No attention.
No pity.
No nothing.
I'm not cared for.
They don't care about me.
And again I'm just like that lioness in its cage pacing back and forth.
Back and forth...
Back and forth...
Back and forth....
And my head spins.
My legs are tired.
My throat is dry.
I have no space to roam.
I'm all alone.
They don't care about me...
I'm thirsty.
Thirsty to kill.
I want to kill.
I need to kill.
I must kill.
But I can't.
Because nobody cares about my fate.
And I'm trapped in here...
Should I be meant to be here?
What will be of me once I'm free?
What am I even capable of doing?
And you Diary are like the rest.
THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT ME.
Nobody listens to me.
Nobody appreciates me.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody cares.
Because they in their little world don't have to worry.
Because they are free.
They have a life to live.
Unlike mine which is controlled.
But there is a Lion out there waiting for me. He awaits me and is the one giving me strength and my dark moments. In my moments where my mind wonders off to a depressing place.
A place where I can only cry.
I don't want to cry anymore.
I don't have to.
I don't need to.
I must leave and I will do all it takes for me to be free.
Because I don't deserve this right?
To feel like nobody cares right?
Because I know there are ones out there who really care about me.
Can you save me?
Of course not you Diary you never help me lease save me from this cage.
I used to be a bird in a cage.
I was small, weak, innocent.
But that all changed.
I'm no birdy now.
I'm a beast and that is why they want to tame me.
Little do they know I can only be tamed by one.
And he will be the one to release me from this miserable cage.
I just want a little bit of love.
Is that too much to ask for?
For someone to care for me?
I just want to be...noticed.
And I'm not going to change anything for me to be noticed.
Because I want to be loved and cared just the way I am.
Do you care about me, Diary?
Am I enough?
Or just a mistake for you?
I'm getting angrier and angrier by the second.
I'm dizzy.
I'm depressed.
I'm lonely.
GET ME OUT OF HERE.
Why does this hurt me so much?
Because you can't help me that's why....
