Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...
In the back of the room, on top of a shelf, sits a...
Take them out, just one by one, and each will tell...
The rosary is in my left hand.
While the knife is in my right...
She sits on her bed, tries to shut it out,
But they won't go away, they won't stop the shout...
How can I live this way
You have to follow the rules...
I may have become bitter,
and as cold as ice...
On Saturday,
a man rode in on horseback...
Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a...
you stand above your gray dead body just starring...
I gave you my heart to cherish,
I gave you my heart to keep...
A bloody rose
lies on my floor...
Always nice to other people
Never speaking up...
Final entry
Dear Diary...