When I was little, I was bullied because I was weird and very very poor. I had 2 friends when I was at my old school so I just focused on my work and went home and did soccer. I didn’t understand why nobody wanted to be my friend so I thought that I wasn’t good enough. When we moved away from that town, I went to a new school and made a few friends, I was doing great. In fifth grade, I started to change and I was a tomboy, there were rumors created that I was bisexual. I didn’t understand at the time why I was being made fun of. I was slowly falling apart, loosing my good grades, loosing friends, not doing good in sports, etc. Then also in 5th grade, my brother passed away. The only thing on my mind was that the solution to my problems was to die. That is what I was set on, dying. In 6th grade I went down a bad path going for older boys because they were texting me. I looked older than my age so I was called a who** for looking different. The boys would try to pressure me into things that I didn’t want to do and I was afraid to tell people so I kept it in and broke myself. I tried to commit suicide 5 times during those times. I cut constantly and lost some friends. At church I was known as the “Fake Christian” that is where I questioned if God really cared for me. So one day after church, I tried to commit again and it did not work, I was just very sick. I started to try to make myself unattractive, so I was bullied for that. I can not be trusted with anything sharp or pills anymore my parents called me stupid for wanting to take my life. Usually people tell these stories because they have overcome them. But for me, it is getting worse to the point where I try to die but with things you wouldn’t expect. I am still bullied and used. I am suspected to be perfect and not able to be sad so I can’t talk to anyone about this because they say I am lying and I get threatened for it. Thank you for listening to my story.