Bullies beated me

Ever since i was young i was bullied for anything they could pick out. Bullies have called me millions of names, too many to write. I felt worthless, nothing, a nobody. It got to the point where i’d had enough. I wanted to tell people but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to do it. I self-harmed to help me through it, but my mum found out meaning i went to a psychiatrist. Then school got involved. Big problem. Teachers always checking my arms asking if i was okay. I just wanted to be left alone. Their was this boy who always picked on me all the time. I hated him, I was in his every lesson. I was scared to go to school, scared of what they would say or do next.

One day it was all too much. It was a Friday so no one would be home till 9 PM. It gave me enough time to do it. I ran all the way home thinking of all the ways to die. The bullies had gone too far this time. I hated life. I wanted to end mine. I ran into the kitchen and since my dad was an alcoholic he had lots of whisky and vodka. Also my mum kept loads of sleeping tablets in the cupboard. I dont know why? I ran a luke warm bath and took the tablets and a bottle of whisky upstairs. I didn’t care anymore. I said what i thought would be my last good-bye and got in the bath. I took the tablets and drank the whisky. I quickly fell asleep and started to die very slowly. I woke up and started to cry. I was in a hospital. My mum had to come home early. The doctors recommended i went to a mental hospital for a few weeks but that turned out to be months.

I’m much better now though. I know not all hope is lost. i haven’t cut for over 6 months and haven’t tried suicide again. I now have a beautiful girlfriend and perfect best friends. It just proves never ever give up on life, you don’t know what you’ll miss.