Dear Shayla

It would have been your 18th birthday on Friday. They don't put your memoriam in my newspaper anymore, but I still look for you on your birthday and your death day. It's crazy to think how long it's been since you left. 9 years next February. I miss you my friend. I hope you're somewhere happier now. Thank you for always watching over me. You've always been a great friend. Love ya.

May angels lead you in

It's been four days since you last wrote. Where are you? Where have you been? And why can't I find you now? I saw the sunrise and I saw the moon set. If I didn't have the stars I might have forgotten you. Don't forget me

I can't sleep. I can't function. I'm not me. Where to turn? What to say? Who to trust? How to trust? What to do? What to do. I Can't.

Me? Maybe I'll try again tomorrow