In the deepest of the day, and darkest of the nights.

In the rushed hallways of school, and the wide open country plains.

To the bedrooms of my house, to the lunchroom of my school.

There is nothing. Nothing to let go on. Nothing to talk to. Abandoned by many. Tore down by all. All you see now, is my raw emotion, and yet, all you see, is a cover up. Behind all the make-up, the new preppy clothes, the new always happy me. All there is, is the real me.