my story..

When I was growing up my life was fine until my dreams turned into night mares by nights got longer and afternoons got shorter. when I was 12 I starting cutting my wrist because I was bullied in school mostly by boys, (im a girl) It was a time where I wanted to commit suicide in the school bathroom with my belt but I was a cow ward and didn’t go through with it. By 13 I was cutting both wrist an legs I knew I was supposed to eat but I would just drink water for days and not eat anything. I got a text message once saying ” You know you don’t have a place in life so just end it” So I tried and tried. But I couldn’t because I have a little brother what if I commit suicide and he’s the one who finds my body? I couldn’t let that happen. I started paying attention to how people treat me…I know I have a big heart because how people treat me, I would never do it to them I started to believe I was nothing will never be anything or anyone…I never ever let myself go. I just what was inside me, I get ignored by the people I want to spend time with. Everyone gave up on me.. so I gave up on me to, No one cares about me. If you hate me…Its fine because I hate me too.