living nightmare

ever since 5th grade i'v always been put down based on my looks and was told I wasn't pretty like the other girls, it didn't help that at the time, I had lost my grandfather, someone so dear to me. I fell into a depression and began self-harming myself, my so called "friends" would call me emo or goth and make fun of how I would always looked depressed, what they didn't know was that their words cut deeper then the blade I would use to cut myself, I did from time to time I considered taking my own life. I would tell myself "life would be so much better if I was dead, I would be with my grandpa up in heaven and everything would be okay...." but then I thought about my mom, how would she feel? my mother helped me through a lot she is my rock, my everything. I am now 17, it's been almost 7 years since i lived that nightmare, and I couldn't of gone through it if it wasn't for my mother, my rock my everything. speak up and have your voice heard, talk to a parent because keeping it bottled in or self-harming isn't the answer.

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