I used to be a very happy kid and was barely sad. Everything went downhill when I turned 6 though. All my parents did was fight, drink, smoke, and cheat. I would cry everyday and on my birthdays, nobody did anything for me. I began school and had around two friends. Lets say their names are Emma and Bob. Bob was my best friend but he transferred without a goodbye or anything. He just disappeared. Emma ditched me for boys and toxic people, so I was all alone. My “friends” made a second group chat talking about me and how they want me to transfer. I would silently cry in the bathroom when I found out. No punishments were made. Nothing in my life was going good so one day, at around eleven, I took a pair of sissors and did my first cut. It hurt so good and I couldn’t stop. I still have scars and nobody supports me. I’ve tried to commit several times, but got yelled at by everyone for seeking “attention”. To this day I still cry and cut everyday night. I’m only eleven.
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you are so young and i can tell you’re hurting. every part of you is beautiful. every part of you is sacred. be kinder to yourself. in certain ways, you have to parent yourself. if you need me im @bratphone on tiktok and instagram.
If you ever need someone to talk to I'm here :) I kind of get your pain, I'm twelve and life isnt great rn, but itll get better I promise