Dear diary
I\'d like to presume
A writing on the wall,
So fragrant is the flower
Hanging on the wall
And also lingering
In time,
My heart spills blood
And blood alone
I write with a heavy heart,
Ask no questions why
But I\'m not limited to die
For to die alone
Is tragic,
So shall you know
Dear diary
The wrecking of the mind,
How hollow it is with sorrow
Covered in leaves
From dirty trees
I beg your pardon.