"I like to write haiku, but sometimes I write other kinds." Jamie turned the notebook to 5 pages before the last.
Upside down, screaming inside.
Nothing is left, no place to hide.
The fire within, it keeps me alive.
For now I must try, try to survive.
But down in my heart, there is a hole.
Breaking apart, losing my soul.
"That's one of my more recent ones... I haven't really finished it though. It's kind of darker than my early ones. Then again, my earliest one was 3 years ago... Let me find it. Here. This one's a haiku." She changed the page to the first poem, about 10 pages in.
Bright sun in the sky
Almost like a bouncing ball
Clouds please stay away.
((We can continue this but I want the other part to progress... so Bella, ignore the 'later' part.
Later, at the end of school.