I'm now going to spill my past and I've never told anyone about it. Some may not want to hear about it, but for those that do, listen up.

How many of you have ever been beaten up at school? Most of us, right? Well, I bet you've never been beaten up like this (Read on for more)

It was Friday, the normal day that someone would get beat up after school, and chased by the cops for 4 hours. What I didn't know, the person that was going to get beat up was me. I sat in the bathroom after school all bloody, bruised, and cut up. Boy, I was smart to carry that knife around with me incase I needed it. I was ganged up on, kicked, punched, cut, shot at, and many other painful things like that. I had one person help me out of the 400 students at school. One reliable friend. Seth. I owe him my life, now. I was glad that he carried that switchblade as well. Yeah, we were chased by the cops after we left the school, but atleast we lived. I know this isn't all that I could get, but moms yelling at me to get off. I'll put up more sometime later. Well, atleast I'm me, and able to get things out of my chest.

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 Okay, I've had this bottled up for too long. I've been picked on, beaten up, kicked when I was down, and hurt. What is it with people picking on me? I know many wouldn't want to hear this, but I have to get it out. I've runaway so many times, but I've been found just the amount. I'm sick and tired of this stupid stuff. Why can't the ones that pick on me, leave me alone? I've done nothing to you. I sit in the corner in bathrooms, and cry. I always have my hood over my head to hide my tears and the scars from my beatings from those at school. I don't care if you laugh in my face, or call me names because you're probably having the same amount of trouble that I am, and you're tired of it too. Start to think about other people and wonder, will I last 2 seconds in their shoes? Or will I turn out to be the same person you are now? And to warn you, I'm easily insulted, and I will argue. Don't mess with me.

           From the brutally beaten, heart crushed, 

                       Am I Okay