When I was a tiny girl, I was so happy and loved I was confident and tiny. At the age of 8 I was raped and molested
By my uncle... I felt like a nothing from that day on I felt alone.. When I turned 11 my depression got worse, I tried to tell my parents they didn't care. No one did. At the age of 12 I began to cut my beautiful wrist, then my thighs, I stopped eating. I lost weight, a lot. I cut more and more. Now at 13 I'm worse, all the voices in my head, and me seeing things and people that aren't real. Having panic attacks everyday. Parents yelling and being rule calling me a bitch, friends forgetting I exist. I am tired of living 10 suicide attempts and guess what there's about to be a 11th because I'm tired and weak and tired of fighting..
