How it started

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Its been 2 years since I could smile and not have it hurt, but its also been 2 years since my arms started to bleed. I was 14 when it all started, I was in 8th grade and my phone started to blow up with hate messages. I don't know why, maybe because I just came out as gay, maybe because I does my hair purple, but every single thing that I did different made me an outcast, and it was sure as hell not going to make them stop if I broke down crying in front of the whole school. I was finished of having my pain being stored inside so I slit the pain out from my arms. After that the girls found my arms and also with that found even more words to say trying to bring me down. I was tired of all of it so I cut deeper, and deeper and deeper. I decided then and there to refer to myself as suicidal and that nobady would would ever find out again except for my best friend Taylor.

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Tank you for reading and yes Taylor is a real person and I want you all to go follow her societyisdumb

-anonymous

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