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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