Everyday i felt like my soul was falling apart. Piece by piece. I would carve my skin into different patterns with a pair of scissors that were to dull to cut cleanly. I would get screamed at s***, w****, and b****, and multiple other words that killed me inside everyday. The things people said to me sent me into a depression so deep that i felt like i was drowning inside.i was in this black hole that i could not get outve. That was me two years ago. I remember hating myself everyday. There was this one girl, lets call her Emma. Her poose and her would torture me everyday. They would make everyone hate me, it got to the point of where i wanted to kill myself. I tried to kill myself four times because of Emma and her posse. Those girls still go after me everyday but i dont care anymore. In twenty years I wont know them. Now, two years later i have had my mom die on my unexpectedly, and fallen back into a depression. i used the courage that my friends gave me to piece back together my soul. My friends, and my mom are my saviors. Those words don't hurt me anymore. I'm stronger than those girls and every time they try to hurt me. Every scar on my arm has a story, every tear I've cried has a reason behind it. Don't judge me unless you know me and please don't do what those girls did to me. Love people for who they are.