The moment I was fist bullied was harsh it was a tough time i was alone my parents forgot me just left me somewhere to die. The moment i had to fend for myself was at age 6 eating from garbage and scraps. The age of 9 is when i started to cut it was painful at first but i then got used to it. Im not proud of my scars but i have them. At the age of 11 it started to get worse more cuts more pain more demons to hide when i went to school. I was intensely bullied but nothing mattered cutting made me feel alive it was my escape my freedom. At the age of 13 it got so bad i would get headaches almost daily the pain was just excruciating and overwhelming. I was still bullied even worse though it got to be violent. The would punch me scratch me and even cut me but i would feel no pain cause i was forgotten long ago i was just a lost soul walking the earth ready to be taken and to e honest i was really ready> That moment when i arrived home from a long excruciating painful day of school i decided i just couldn't take it anymore i had to end it. I grabbed my razor and took it to my neck and found the major artery and sliced i was dead in seconds my life was over i was no longer forgotten but found by death.
