I just entered second grade. It was my first time in a public school it was a turn around from what i was used to. Everyone started to pick on me because i was (still am) a little over wight or i wasn't cool enough. It was really bad but i didn't know what was coming. Iv heard of people who got so depressed because of bulling that they cut themselves or as i like to say gained battle scars. I always told myself i would never do that. Well i lied to myself i guess you can say because towards the end of my 7th grade year (2013) i started. Well i texted my friends about doing it saying i wanted to die. My older sister fount the text showed our oldest sister. I remember being woken up really early by my sister then my oldest sister giving me this lecture. Out of the whole lecture i remember her asking what if my nephew fount me dead went to wake up and fount me dead. They of course told my mom and i went to a hospital. Out of this whole thing i thought i was alone but i learnt i wasn't and never will be alone i will have someone there for me my family. If it wasn't for my sisters i don't know if id be alive today but i can tell you i thank god my sister fount the text and thank god i'm happily alive today.