poem in diary

Inside me there is something
Noone knows about
Like a secret
Sometimes it takes over
And i drift back
Deep into darkness.
This secret tells me
I will never grow older
Never laugh with friends
Never be who i should if i ever reveal
ITS NAME.

I cannot tell if it is real
Or if i dream of it
For when it touches me
I drift off
No tears come
No screams
I am wrapped up
In a nightmare of hands
And of fingers
And of small tiny voices
Whispering to me
Calling to me
Things
So wrong
So beautiful
So bad
So me

im going home now its late
k.