Since the beginning of Year 10 I’ve been thinking a lot about ending my life, for a lot of reasons. Since I began to put on weight, I’ve heard about it none stop. I’ve been both mentally and physically hated against, due to how I look/think. It isn’t just school that’s been effecting me, my home life has too. My mother doesn’t understand what I’m going through, and constantly chooses to put me under pressure and judge me for what I do and how I act. Recently I’ve come out as bisexual, and my mother doesn’t accept me for who I am, always putting me down and telling me I’m not good enough. A couple of weeks back she found out I had been cutting my wrists, legs and stomach. She practically handed me more razors, telling me I might as do it deep enough to cut something major and die.
The other night, I tried to overdose. I pictured who would be hurt by my death, and only one person came into my head; Sam. She’s helped me with so much, other the past couple of months. I decided not to do it, and see if I could last. But I can’t. The depression is overpowering me, I find it so hard to get out of a bed in the morning. I just don’t see the point in waking up to get bullied and told I’m worthless. I’ve chosen the date: 25 th November. That will be the day I finally cut too deep, removing myself from everybody’s lives once and forall.
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…what will that solve? nothing. Will just cause more pain.
killing myself would end all pain.