"I'm fine." Yeah, I said... As I held the razor to my arm, watching the blood drip from the fresh wound. "There's nothing wrong with me!" I tried to convince myself, as the tears ran down my face. "I'm not crazy!" I exclaimed to my tormentors, as the voices in my head whispered nonsense. "I have friends..." I remarked sadly, as they whispered behind my back. "Don't leave me alone." I cried, as they all laughed and left. "I'm strong." I sobbed, as I tied the rope on the door.
You don't know what's going on in a person's head! So before you judge, and bully a person. Take the thing above into consideration. I was bullied, it took so much for me not to end it... All I wanted was a reason to live, I wanted one friend who would give me something to wanna live for. I have Schizophrenia, the person I'm talking about in the "story" is me.... At the age of 15 (a year ago) I almost hung myself, the bullying at my school, and in my home; got too much for me. My friends at the school didn't help, but my friend Keena helped me see the joys in life.