I always had suicidal thoughts, it started when I just turned 11, everything was going wrong, my mom and dad just broke up, they were never married, I felt alone, like I had no one, the first day of middle school, it seemed fun at first, but everyone looked at me differently, and I was just alone.... so I cut myself in the bathroom at school, I was just sitting on the floor, finding joy in harming my legs and self, luckily a teacher caught me, she called my mom and i went home, then my mom decided to change schools, we thought it would be better, I was 13 when I changed schools, it wasn't better, it got worse, people called me stupid, dumb, slut. So of course, I cut myself on my legs again, and I got so addicted in self harm, I took it to far and ended up with this story by trying to kill myself.
This is my suicide story, I just want to remind you, you don't have to be perfect, nobody is perfect, the real people who choose to see you at your worst and still choose to love you are true.