my story

hi my name is sophie i am 11 and this is my story.

it all started when i did something really stupid in year six. i came homebthat night just wanting to die. so i grabbed the first shap thing that i could fine ( a razor) i slid it across my wrist thinkin that it would make every thing feel better it did. for about 2 hours. so i grabbed my razor again and this time i went across both of my thys ( four slashes per thy)

that night i cryed my self to sleep. i wanted to fall asleep and never wake up but i knew that that wasnt going to happen. so at 12:00 everyone was in bed and i grabbed my dressing gown tie and i wrapped it round my neck and stod on a chair. thats when my bog brother came in. he got me down and said to never do it again.

i had been called fat and ugly. i got my razor and lifed up my top and slit my stomache thinking that i would loose weight but i didnt. hospital here i come. i still self harm and nothimg is going to stop that untill i die.