Tears

I get bored when I have nothing to do at home. When I get bored, I write in my diary. Here is something I wrote the other day:

Tears
One day I saw you in a brown dress looking so sad. Tears Falling down your face.  The last time I saw you when you were happy was when you were five or six. I saw you chasing butterflies in NYC and sniffing flowers and grass. You swing on the swing in your backyard at 3:07 in the morning. Oh how can I help you not to feel sad. Why are you not so happy anymore? Everyday I see 1 or 2 tears fall down your face. I will do anything to make you feel like yourself again.  Every day after school I see you crying all the way down to the car. When you get in the car, you stare at your phone crying. Please tell me what is wrong. Honey, tell me please. 
Melanie, it's your birthday. Please come downstairs and see your friends. Honey, please come out of the bathroom. Honey, come outside and chase butterflies. Melanie, what can I do to cheer you up? Now you have a sad look on your face.