Girl of only sixteen years,
not the most beautiful girl...

From an early age,
I was told bad things...

There are some difficult topics
to discuss like suicide...

Surviving among idiots,
Using all my strength...

Pointing at the shiny stars,
A wish may come true...

Things have not been easy for us lately
But I'm proud of us for holding on...

This poem is for you, my one true love,
if you're reading it, it means I'm high above...

I made my hair, it looks great.
I made myself something to eat, it's delicious...

Money can't buy me happiness
That I know too well...

When I look in the mirror, I think it talks
An empty room filled with silence and clocks...

Months ago, I met this new girl at school,
we were in the same class and she seemed cool...

I was waiting for you to come
and make me forget about the cold...