December 30th,
Day before New Year Eve.
Last year, all was different.
Everything changed.
I'm not wearing that grey scarf anymore.
I am not the girl I used to be anymore.

December 30th,
Her diary, a graveyard of hopes and dreams,
Penned in tears and verse,
Pages left hauntling bare.
Blankness speaks volumes.
She was wearing a grey scarf in crimson summer.

December 30th,
She wrote a letter to the world.
"anybody out there?"
Pages, both front and back, weave with threads,
Yet the letter lies torn, a shredded tale.

December 30th,
Her diary, her letter,
Spun around her inner child.
Today, walking through those pages,
I am proud of her...
She cruised through the storm alone.
She is me.

Halsey