The blade. Blood dripping down your wrists. You're asking the air why you are here. You think about ending it everyday. That's just one day as a depressed cutter. I was once one of those. I felt there was nothing in life for me. It was 6th grade year when I started. I was getting bullied really bad. People would call me fat, ugly, worthless, slut, etc. id spend my lunch crying in a bathroom stall. No one ever cared where I was. There would be times that I would just walk off and not come back for hours. Everyday I would get home and lock myself in my room. I would cry to my hearts content and ask myself questions. Why are you so fat? Why can't you be normal? Why are you so worthless? 7th grade year is where the physical bulling came along with cyber bullying. People would post hateful comments on my pictures. I'd try to I gnome them but somehow they'd stick in my mind. It gave me one more reason to self harm. People would push me into lockers, trip me in the hallways, dump their trays on me. I never told anyone how I was slowly dying on the inside. I never told anyone cause no one would listen to me. I was a no one. Everyone that bullied me was popular. People of course are going to side with the populars. Everyday I would come home and write in a notebook what all they called/did to me. It wasn't till I moved that I realized things get better. I was at my all time low; I tried several times to commit. I didn't succeed at any obviously. When I moved I thought it was just going to be hell times 5. I was nervous the first day. I walked shakily to where I was supposed to be located. This guy approached me and introduced me to some of his friends. We all instantly got along. They didn't know about my past nor shall they ever. They showed me that life gets better. No matter what you have to keep your head held high. I know things are rough right now but it will all get better.
