Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Do you ever hear my cries or issues?
As I have shed floods and torn tissue by tissue.
Could you ever be Sherlock Holmes to solve my problems?
Red, yellow, grey, blue and black, they’re now my emotions.

Anger arouses all over me
Sadness plays inside
And joy is scarce in the heart

My dear diary, you are special to me,
But I want you for once, to answer me
A sign of heart or a mark will be fine,
Just dissolve the clouds, let the sun shine
Paper is stitched into my heart as a memory,
Was it all a lie or some form of treachery?