My first time I was really and truly sad was the first day of kindergarten.
I got bullied constantly.
24/7
This lasted from kindergarten to 4th grade.
4th was the worst.
It got physical.
I would get pushed.
I was threatened to be stabbed with a pencil.
The last day of that hellhole was the worst though.
Being bullied till you cry in front of everyone is nothing you can imagine.
You feel weak, powerless, embarrassed, sad, alone and hurt.
No one truly cared...
I knew what suicide was but never considered it.
I came to a new school.
It was good.
Or so I thought.
They talked about me.
Behind my back...
It hurt.
Then they will say it to my face.
Fast Forward to the present.
It was the same thing all these years.
But...
This year was different.
Yes they still talk
but...
I still know what suicide is.
The only difference is...
I considered it.
A/N: This is about my past life. No one really knew what I went through when I was younger. I am still going through some of this now. I left out some details but it pretty much sums it up.
