If I told you I were to die tonight,
Would you stay here with me...

She was a perfect little princess
Her hair shined; her teeth did too...

I am not alive
Though I do a good impression...

This is a story that we all come to know:
Boy meets girl...

She used to be a writer - she loved it. Words...
She wasn't always writing, reading, thinking...

Cold fingers press on a distorted wrist
She feels her life struggle past...

Maybe I'll never be a mother
Never be depended on by another...

My friends are candles
Standing vigil around my bed...

She's the girl who died last week,
Now everybody knows her name...

I'm wilting like a flower
A big red rose...

Little girl
Scissors...

Tear stains
From yet another salty tear...