Soul Alone by Hannah Baker I meet your eyes you don't even see me You hardly respond when I whisper hello Could be my soul mate two kindred spirits Maybe we're not I guess we'll never know My own mother you carried me in you Now you see nothing but what I wear People ask you how I'm doing You smile and nod don't let it end there Put me underneath God's sky and know me don't just see me with your eyes Take away this mask of flesh and bone and See me for my soul alone

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.