You could look at her
And never really see...

Ink bled from her pen, her pain transformed into...
She filled her diary with her emotions...

It all began with the morbid poetry.
She sat behind her desk, saddened...

Looking into the mirror, she stares back at me.
Her green eyes shine, joy reflects in the glass...

Walking through the hall, surrounded by...
Girls wearing white blouses, green plaid skirts...

Marked by flaws, we make mistakes.
We learn, we move on...

Sitting next to you, my laugh echoes in the hall.
Feeling the heat of your body, listening to your...

The book is revealing one's soul once more.
The writer seems like a complete stranger...

In the search of my identity,
I came across so much of myself...

The depth of the sky
Stares down at me...

As I stare at a picture of us, smiling,
I can't help but remember the laughter...

I try to sit still,
But I can still feel...