horrible past
I know i messed up in the past, everything was my fault, everyday i sat in the room
crying my face off, i couldn't stop hurting my family, i lost my mother so i got worse
11 yrs old i started cutting habit never stopped, 15 8th grade stopped cutting finally,
16 9th grade feel like i am suffering. need some help can't control myself,
i cry in my room letting go of the pain. i sob. when i was in fifth grade cuffed.
9th grade i went to c.o.c. use to run off with knifes jumped out windows at night
slit my wrist my foot my face... i stopped i bled thought the pain went away...
but i knew if i contiuned to now i would of been dead now.
horrible past... school.. been bullied since i was little.. pushed, shoved, chocked..
cried on the bus every day... now im the brave one i can do shit my self dont need
respect dont need these bullies! aint one of them happy they been bullied too..
i know how people feel i've been there so i know... i tried to get over my mama dieing but
it isn't easy but with my sister i can... so you think you been thru this!!
NO!!!!
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