WARNING: SOME EVENTS IN THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING. IF YOU HAVE A PAST WITH DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, SELF HARM, BULLYING, ETC, IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU DO NOT READ THIS STORY. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY THING THAT HAPPENS AS A RESULT OF READING THIS STORY. I AM NOT PROMOTING SELF HARM OR DEPRESSION IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I AM NOT BASING THIS STORY OFF OF STEREOTYPES, BUT ON MY OWN PERSONAL VIEWS AND EXPERIENCES.
It started when I was in 7th grade. The bullying. The self harming. The rumors being spread about me. I hated it all. I’m a junior in high school, and this still happens to me. Tell me why do I have to live this way? I have to face my fears every single day, and everyday is a living hell. I cry myself to sleep every night. I strangle myself until I can’t breathe. I cut myself until my satisfied amount of blood comes out. I scream in my closet with the lights out. I hide in the corner of my room, wrapping my arms around my knees. I starve myself to the point where I have no energy to even walk. This is my life everyday, and No one seems to care. Sure, call me crazy like every single person out there. But I’m telling you – I’m not crazy. I swear. It’s not MY fault I do these things. I didn’t CHOOSE to live this way. I don’t WANT to live this way... I want to be saved. I want someone to care. Anyone. Please.