• The feeling of never to be heard, it crawls up from behind you and gives colds to your spines.
    How hard I try to fight this feeling, yet I usually fail again.
    Yet so many times I try to tell them, I can just talk against a brick wall, because I heard them saying ‘’the walls have ears!’’ they would listen, better than those people who keep not listening to you.
    The walls heard my story but still again, I can’t get the sorrow of me.
    How many times have I tried to fight this feeling.
    Yet I came to a fail again.
    I shout my words out loud as they seem to come in a strange hidden language to you, yet I used everything to make it clear to you.
    Still don’t listen.
    Yet I try to fight this eating feeling, again I failed.
    I tried to push away my grief and say it out loud for a papered friend.
    A diary.
    A diary that would listen to me…I write my words and shout them all out.
    At least the paper hears at least the paper sees, it looks at every word I write, and yet keeps me in the safety of the silence.
    Yet again I try to fight this feeling, but for now I have not failed.
    Since the feelings that I feel, are now written forever on paper.
    My silent friend, the diary.