My story

what's the point of life?..

So I guess my #1 committed suicide.. Every night I cried and that's when I began taking this out on myself. I got a pen and began to press really hard on my wrists. That wasn't enough though. I got my moms shaver and began to go sideways. The blood trickled down my arm and I quickly cleaned it up.
I felt satisfied with myself.

Years later.

On Miguel's bday my mom took me to his grave. Were I was still mourning..
Then when we rode back home she showed ME the suicide note..
More depression and tears.
I began to self harm and I was in elementary school.
I got bullied and my teachers picked on me. I got told I wasn't normal. I had to see the counselor everyday because "I have issues with my brain"
But I think they're the ones with issues. One day when I got to school it was snowing and I was with my bff.. Darla. This is the one day I will NEVER forget.
Everyday and night it haunts me til the point where I cry.
So we were at recess and it was snowing. These two boys (in our grade) went up to us and began calling us "Lesbos" "uglies" and at the time my friend was going through anorexia. This boy said the meanest thing ever. "Tionna maybe if you weren't busy always cutting your wrists then maybe you'd be able to actually help little miss anorexia." Those words were just pure horrid. I looked over at her and mouthed an "I'm sorry" she said "you too" we tried walking away and when one of them grabbed me by my hoodie and the other grabbed my friend by her long hair. The guys threw us on the ground. I looked over and my friend was crying. The guy kicked her in the face and gave her a bloody nose. I felt so sad I wish I could've helped her. the guy who had me pulled out a pocket knife.. My friend screamed "NO TIONNA!"she rolled over and tackled the guy and took his knife. She ran inside the school for help.. The funny thing was..those kids were wanted. The principal called the police and the boys were sent away.I got out of this with 2 broken ribs and she got a broken nose.