Don't Change Yourself

I went through it, too. Your not the only one. <3

Hi, my name is Genesis. But you can call me Genna. I was born 16 years ago, and I thought that I had the best life I could ask for...until middle school started. I was bullied and picked on. I hated myself because I believed them when they said that I was a useless piece of shit, and I cried myself to sleep every night. I tried to kill myself every single year because I know that I am not good enough for anyone to love and they will never know I was gone. But one night, when I was at a family reunion, I realized what I would miss if I was gone. My 2 younger sisters would never have an older sister to have them enjoy growing up. But the pain kept building up so badly that I had to let it out of me, I started cutting, and I didn't care. my youngest sister walked in on me when I was cutting and asked me why I was bleeding. I started crying, and she asked me why I am crying. I told her that I am depressed. She asked me what that meant.

"It means that your sissy can't handle the words of her peers at school. But this is how I take away the pain inside of me. Promise me you will not tell mommy about this?" She looked at me with tears inside her eyes, and I started crying so much, that I cleaned the bloody blade, and put a washcloth over my cuts. She looked at me and asked me what I am going to do now. I told her I don't know what to do. She told me that she loves me, and I choked on my own crying, and she made my day when I saw her cry and sit on my lap when I fell to the ground.

"I love you, Sommer." She asked me to stay alive for ever, and I said that I don't know if I can, but I will try.

**AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just to let you know about my scars, every day i regret cutting because now my sisters always ask me why i did it. I hate answering to the questions my sisters have to ask because i don't know what to say. I have my scars to prove, but I didn't go deep enough, so they won't stay there forever. They are on my Right arm, and now I feel confident, and not scared to wear short sleeves, or anything to cover them up. I know I screwed up, and I am OK with showing them in public. I'm not afraid to take a stand for what I regret doing wrong.