Well this is it isn't it?

No more flashy lights, no more parties (not that there ever was any), no more hanging with my friends.

Was it really my fault? More importantly, what's going to happen now... I'm in pain.

But it isn't physical. Physical I can stand. It's deeper, so very deep. Let the scars form, and let them remain as a reminder of was, what could have been, and what should have been.

Thrust from one home, to the other. My parents house was never a home, oh no. My home was with my friends. I have left them, left them all. And yet I have to move on now. But I don't know if I can. No, I must stay strong. I must be strong for my friends, I must be strong for myself. I must be strong for her.