"Tears fall. 

I cover up my scars.

 Touch the fire you get burnt.

Didn't it hurt?

So what if I don't look on the bright side?

The light doesn't come through on my side.

I won't be alright.

Let's see if I make it through the night.

I made the letters.

Even though they said it'd get better.

DON'T YOU TELL ME THAT I DON'T KNOW.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH.

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SEE YOU-"

Cordelia pulled out her headphones.

Her eyes stayed fixed outside of the window. Her tears were falling almost as much as the rain. Pulling her hood over her head she avoided all eye contact while leaving the bus,