Emily Green

It was always hard to live wit no one to talk to, nobody liking you because your different. They are all the same they think you want attention, so the stop caring even more. Have you ever felt that way well I have and its not been easy this is the story of my life of who I am and how this all started but what you don't know is my name and what I'm talking about well my name is Emily Green and this is my story of my horrible terrible life.

It all stared in sixth grade nobody liked my nobody knew my name or cared everybody had a friend but me. I sat by nobody at lunch, I talked to myself when I walked home I was all alone. And then it got harder to deal with it because everyone then stared to pick on me and nobody stood up for me and I was afraid if I told the teacher they would beat me up so I kept quiet, but it didn't stop and it got worse and worse so then I thought of cutting myself but I decided not to because they would make it another reason to make fun of me. So I lived through it for long painful 3 years with no help or anything.

Then came my first year of high school I thought it would be different but it wasn't it was still the same thing bullies and no friends. So I decided to transfer schools but it still didn't work I still got bullied but I don't understand why I never did anything wrong and its like I have a track record and no matter where i go I'll get bullied.

But what I still don't understand how I'm so different how I don't fit in i have the same clothes and i thought we were all human well all have bones don't we but i still got picked on then more and more people stared to join in. And I've tried to tell my mom and dad but they don't care they're always out getting drunk and never do anything but then one day while I was ar school they had go in a car crash and that was just another thing for the bullies to pick on me for so now my new nickname No Parents Green.

Then I felt like I had no other choice but to cut my self and I thought it made me fell better and then it got worse.

They started making fun or me for my cuts my hair my laugh my everything and it wouldn't stop no matter what. So I told and then it got worse and as I sat alone in the lunch room nobody cared they would point and laugh. I tried my hardest not to let it get to me anymore but I didn't work so I stared cutting myself even more and I had to start crying myself to sleep.

I would ask to go to the bathroom just to cry and nobody cared, but why would they, I'm a nobody I'm just a wast if skin a waste of air a waste of space I have no mom no dad so why would anyone care I've been alone all my life, and there really is no point of living but I don't know what to do because I've already tried suicide but I'm still here I've over dosed on everything but I'm still here why can't i leave.

Each day is another day of endless pain and me crying myself to sleep. But still no one seems to care no one has ever cared and I don't want to be here and I bet no one would care or notice I'm gone so during the nights when I'm crying myself to sleep thinking how no one care how no one will ever care how no one will ever be there to catch me while I fall and I always fall hard and nobody's there to help me back up or anything so as I fall asleep on this lonely night with no one there to comfort me as I cry my self to sleep thinking of my pain and how much nobody cares for how I long to be loved for all my scars and my flaws but as I am falling asleep I will see you next time if there is a next time.

For this is my story and I am Emily Green