This Book

Page after page,this book
is filled with love and heartbreak.
With joy and sadness.With hope,and failures.
But,this paper holds the real me.

It keeps unknown secrets,ones I wish to keep.
The words from my own heaven and hell.
It holds my life that
I kept from everyone.

My life may not matter
to any of you,
but this notebook is
what's been keeping me alive.

This confined room holds no aid,
it brings back every memory.
It makes it hard to
go to sleep every night.

This book is my savior,
and I will never let it go.
Just like your teddy bar,
it brings comfort,but it can't hug back.

It's the reason I have no scars,
the reason I can feel alive.
It's the reason I can laugh, why I can still breath.

It may look like a
book full of words,
but it's so much more.
It's my last life line left.

Poem by Claire.

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