Dear Elliot

I was once in her room and I found this note that she wrote to her boyfriend of (about) three months, Elliot

Dear Elliot,
     It saddens me to think I'll soon be gone. It won't be deliberate, but I will soon die. Something will go wrong, I swear to God.
     I love you.
     What is even more painful is that I won't actually give this to you. If you find it, though, it will be okay, because you know that it will have been an accident.
     And accidents do happen.
     Love always,
     Lira

The New Skater Boy - Rip Off Of Avril Lavigne

He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious? He liked to walk, she liked to talk, what more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell, but secretly she wanted him aswell. All of her fans, stuck up they were, walked away from her.

He was a walker guy, she said "See you tonight?" He was the best thing she could ever get. Now he cries in his room, on the drums he booms. Can his sad face see what she was worth?

Five years from now, he sits at home, feeding his face, he's all alone. Turns on TV, guess who he sees? It's her death anniversary. He calls up his friends. They already know. And they've all got tickets to see the show. He tags along, stands in the crowd, looks up at the face he should've turned down.

He was a walker guy, she said "See you tonight?" He was the best thing she could get. Now she is dead and gone. And he wishes she was born. Does his pretty face she what she was worth?

Sorry boy but you missed out. Well tough luck that girl's gone now. You were more than just good friends. That was how the story ends. Too bad that you couldn't see. See the woman that girl could be. There was more than meets the eye. I saw the soul that was inside.

Lollipop

We walked down
To the lollipop shop
And we stopped

We bought
Watermelon and apple
We never  had a crisis
Until that day

She picked up
A brochure
And blood fell on the tile
A papercut

And then
She cried
Hadn't cut herself in a while
But she said
It felt the same
But better

And then she started up again
And I regret the day
We bought those lollipops

Pain and then the Rain

Blood. Thats what she loved. And then she would go outside, into the storm, and it would wash the blood away, so that she could be saved.
I remember the screams, the shock horror. I remember the looks on her sad little face.
And I remember the quote on her headstone.

No one, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't save someone who was already dead.

Her soul was always dead. She had a heart to love others, but not herself.
WHY COULDN'T SHE COME BACK? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME? WHY DID SHE LEAVE ME WITH HER PAIN?

Save yourself. Leave me to suffer.

In The Open Wind

A poem she wrote.

Rain comes down, and I feel okay.
The wind blows, the trees sway.
Having fun is what I'm good at.
For it do please call me a prat.

Oh, the smell of wet grass.
I can't sit down, coz I'll get a wet arse.
Leaves fall lightly on my head.
Oh, this is better than being in bed.

I could just stay here all day.
Please believe me when I say.
I want to be buried in this appear.
Nowhere else. Not there. Here.

I'm Just Sitting Watching Rain On My Window Pane

The rain gave her joy as it gives me joy. She would sit for hours just watching her garden grow. I love the rain, but she did more. She would take pictures of it and video tape it. This, above, is one of her videos that she put on YouTube.

This is a photo she took of rain