the little brunette with scars on her wrists and bruises on her thighs is still in pain the bisexual boy who writes about everything in his little notebook still gets bullied the popular skinny boy with ribs that show too much still skips his meals the gay boy with depression and anxiety still gets picked on by strangers the bipolar girl who has mood-swings everyday is still not understood the other gay boy with a low self-esteem still cries himself to sleep and now they all leave their blood-stained rooms and make their way to the edge of the world they see each other and wish they met in a different way but now they hold hands and jump until they reach the bottom and end their suffering.