Cuts too deep
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Note* so through out this you may find some type of hard language and what I mean by that is cuss words also thanks for choosing this to read I hope people could understand how much we are harming other people and how with words and actions you are leading someone else to death.
I might of been just a 14 year old girl but god damn I went through hella shit already. At age of 12 I was over weight and that's when I started middle school a lot of People would name me pig, elephant or the fat bitch. And as soon I would be home my parents would always be In arguments and well I would just straight go to my room and lock my self their.
It was a Saturday morning when my parents arguments were worst and school was just becoming prison for me I had enough with every shit. I never gave up but I had enough already I was 13 and just wanted to be a normal girl. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a blade and placed it against my wrist. I pressed with force and pulled back, i saw the blood dripping and did it at least 4-6 times. I sat on the floor crying looking at my wrist and wishing I should of pressed with much more force within the force enough to kill myself. I washed my wrist and went to my room without even talking to my parents.
Guess what today is my birthday and no one remembered not surprised at all. Well I did have some friends and hanged out with them and well we went to his crib and started smoking. I didn't even went home that day and well was high and drunk the whole night and so the next day. School for me was the least thing I wanted to think about. Well I got expelled so I didn't care no more. I spent majority of my day's high as fuck. When I got home my parents grabbed me and beat the living fuck out of me... ( if y'all want to know more about it please tell me so I could write more about this) thanks a lot for reading
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