People.

We are all the same. All have blood and bones and skin, but in places like this, none of that matters. In this hell we are supposed to attend every day, the constant shriek of voices is nothing compared to the pain numbing the teenagers walking through the halls. "The best four years of your life they say" while in the back of their mind they hope you don't go through the agonee they had to bear. Not understanding the stabing wounds that the words of these things, these horroble excuses for humans, that the sworm of people feel daily. Some are too afraid to bleed, the others let it drip too much. They become vulnerable. The pain worsens. Their only safe spot, their own home, becomes a sanctuary of razors and drugs. They try to find something, anything, to escape the pain. That pain. The "your fat" "your not good enough" "your ugly" pain. See, these "wounds" as I described them, in all honesty are the most painful thing for a teen now a days. I hate it. No person picks how they look, who they are, what they like, even where they originated from.
But because of these sercomstances, they are ridiculed.

no one diserves this, no one.
you don't know what they go through.
leave them alone.
leave me alone.