Dear Diary,
I ran away today.
There’s nothing really much to say.
I believe I was lost,
but I was found by a cop.
He molested me;
he wouldn’t let me free.
You would think that the people in charge
were the ones who caused no harm.
He was the true criminal
even though he said he wouldn’t hurt a soul.
He’s hurting me and I want it to end.
I never know when he’ll stop and start back up again.
I never told anyone,
but you Diary.
I should tell someone,
but I’m real sorry.
I keep thinking about it.
What if he killed me and I no longer existed?
Diary I’m really scared.
You’re the only one that really cares.
Even though you have no feelings except mine within.
I tell you all my fears, loves, and sins.
You except me for who I am.
You understand the things I do, some of them I can’t.
Diary I’m so afraid.
I wish that cop wouldn’t have molested me.
Was it my fault?
Did I do something wrong?
I wonder if he knows that from the accident;
I became strong.
He really hurt me inside.
He told me what he was doing was okay but he lied.
Diary this entry is coming to an end.
Tomorrow I’ll start writing my feelings all over again.

(12/21/02)