My story

Maybe shes right

So I'm going to skip ahead a few years. I'm in the seventh grade. I felt like I've literally became mental. In my head everyone had it out for me. She made me believe that no one cared about me. She used everything against me. I cut everyday now. I told friends about it. Not about what was going on in my head though. I still saw my Dr. every week. I was also still not able to make out the words to what's wrong with me. Cat still had my tongue. I tried to tell my parents but every time I'd open my mouth words wouldn't come out. I tried to find happiness everywhere I looked. I just wanted to feel something. One day I just couldn't take the pain I wrote a suicide note. I felt better when I was done writing. I knew my friend wouldn't let that last forever. I took my note put it under my pillow I cut my arms not deep enough I knew it. I walked downstairs to the medicine cabinet I took a handful of pills. I started to feel shaky and sick. I then laid in bed and covered up closing my eyes. I passed out for the rest of that night till 3 pm the next day. I woke up and started sobbing because I wasn't dead. After that night I started doing this nightly prayer begging god to let me die. I felt like a fuck up like no matter what I did it was never right so I stopped fighting and gave into everything I was told. I was only 13.