Your to young to let the world break you

It all started when I was 10. My beautiful sweet mother passed away. She drowned, it hurt. My dad left when I 3months (in my mamas tummy). I had a brother, his name was Chris. Me, my mom, brother, and pap lived happily together until, April, 28,2011. My mother had passed away. I knew my world was collapsing right before my eyes. She drowned, my world was ending. I knew just knew things WERNT going to go well. Every day was like a living hell. I was. Slowly killing but surely killing my self from the inside out. I was 10??!!! Was I suppose to go through this? It was horrible, I knew that I wasn't going to be stable for the future. Slowly but surly I was getting depression.

I would wake up every morning and ask where my mommy was...I thought this was a dream. I felt an urge to do something to relieve the pain. I resorted to cutting. The metal slicing my skin was relaxing. I didn't understand what I was going through I was young. I didn't understand me...I wanted to change. After, a month I went back to school. I was bullied...people told me that she just committed suicide cause I was a horrible daughter that broke me inside and out.