So my story starts out in fourth grade. I was going to a school I had gone to since preschool. I knew everyone there from Kindergarden through 12th grade. It was a small school with only 200 people or so in the entire school. I remember the last day of school everyone hugging me, saying they would miss me, and so on. I was mobile to Detroit.

So the first day of fifth grade was okay, but I had broken my arm over the summer, And people would laugh over and over again about my cast. They would say stuff like:

"She's so clumsy" and "what an idiot" and it just kept getting worse.

It was only Fifth grade, and I honestly didn't care.

But then came sixth grade. One of the worst years of my life. The second day of school, the girl I thought was my best friend stood in my face, with a bunch of my 'friends' behind her and said this:

"You know what? No one wants you here. You've been annoying since 5th grade, and no one liked you then, so no one likes you now. Nothing's changed. You are ugly, annoying, and stupid. You should leave the school before we force you to leave."

I was shocked. These people were my friends! I thought they loved me. But I couldn't have been more wrong.

I didn't end up leaving the school, but they just kept being jerks about the whole thing.

Seventh grade came, and everything was fine. Until halfway through the year I began to get threatening notes saying to kill myself.

I left the school the following month to be homeschooled. I thought I had escaped bullying.

But even in homeschooling my mother verbally abused me yelling that she would rather die then work with me, or better yet wished I would die.

I was horrified and later joined another school. This was the biggest school I had ever been to in my life. But almost immediately I found a beautiful group of friends. Two girls, and two boys who have been supporting me. They helped me stop cutting, and got most of the suicidle thoughts out of my head.

Before I had a friend, I attempted to overdose. No one knew why I was so sick in bed for the next two days, but I did.

Let me tell you, that IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Thought it may seem like it will never get better, it slowly will. I should know, because I attempted suicide twice in my life time, but I am still here today. And though things aren't perfect, I'm learning to fight my own battles day by day.