Dear Diary

Dear diary, tonight I write with shaking hands

Ink runs like the tears I never planned

I hear my past knock softly at my door

Whispers of the girl I was before

I tried to hide her in yesterday’s rain

But her shadow still knows my name

Every wrong turn carved into my skin

I wear the story of where I’ve been

If time could hear me, would it understand

I was just a child without a plan

I won’t let yesterday decide my name

I am not the ashes, I am the flame

Every scar is proof I survived the fall

I’m still standing, still rising through it all

Hear me now, I’m breaking free at last

I am more than the weight of my past

Oh tomorrow, open your sky for me

I am becoming who I’m meant to be

Dear diary, the mirror tells the truth

I see both the woman and the youth

Every scar is a sentence I can read

Every silence echoes what I need

I kept running but the past ran fast

Building walls from memories that last

Still I hold onto fragile hope inside

A quiet voice says I survived

If I forgive the girl I used to be

Maybe I can finally be free

I won’t let yesterday decide my name

I am not the ashes, I am the flame

Every scar is proof I survived the fall

I’m still standing, still rising through it all

Hear me now, I’m breaking free at last

I am more than the weight of my past

Oh tomorrow, open your sky for me

I am becoming who I’m meant to be

Dear diary, tonight I choose to fight

I’ll turn my wounds into my light

The girl I was is not my end

She’s just a chapter I outgrew my friend

I feel tomorrow calling out my name

Not with guilt, not with shame

But with open skies and softer rain

A brand new chance to live again

I am not my past, I am becoming

Every broken piece is slowly mending

Hear my heart, it’s finally singing

I am more than what I’ve been

I won’t let yesterday decide my name

I am not the ashes, I am the flame

Every scar is proof I survived the fall

I’m still standing, still rising through it all

Hear me now, I’m breaking free at last

I am more than the weight of my past

Oh tomorrow, open your sky for me

I am becoming who I’m meant to be

Dear diary, if I read this someday

Tell the girl who wrote these words

She found her way