Character: Hannah Baker. Page 4

Sometimes you need silence, even if you're alone.

They called our planet pregnant gaseous alien needing an abortion.

It's more than just a scar. It's a punch in the gut, a slap in the face, the knife that stabbed me in the back, because there's nothing worse when someone you care about - at least I thought so - doesn't trust you, and rumors, refuses to admit the truth. Jessica, dear, I really wonder if you brought your ass to my funeral? And if so, have you noticed the mark that he left on my forehead and in life? No. Probably not.
Because many of the scars cannot be seen with the naked eye.

That's what I like in poetry. The more abstraction, the better. You can never know for sure what I wanted to say a poet. Of course, you will have your thoughts on this, but there is always the possibility that you've got it all wrong. Every word has a hundred meanings. And which one to choose is decided only by the author. The reader can only guess that describes a particular image or symbol. And suddenly this metaphor, containing a hidden meaning?

I walked for hours and hours, imagining the mist thickens and absorbs me. The idea that you can't just disappear made me happier. But, as you know, that never happened.

It happens that noticing something one day, start to pay attention to it.