"Dear Diary..."

Why are you crying?

Your tears splash over me

and into me

and I am drowning.

Your words slash

and claw into me

but never through me.

I have never known

what you have been

telling me all this time,

but even when you press

the pen down very hard,

I still won't be able to

understand you.

I hide under your pillow all day,

suffocating under feathers and

await the rape of your pen.

I wish you would speak to me

with words,

rather than broken sobs

so maybe I could help

and tell you

you will be alright.

Author's Note

The prompt was from my creative writing teacher, to write a poem from another perspective.
I like the imagery in this.