Later on, in middle school, I decided that I have had enough of all of this. I decided to cut myself. So, I did. 

I had attempted suicide in sixth grade. So, this wasn't very different. But, this was the first time that I had actually cut myself. I self harmed. 

And now, I can't stop. I just can't. 

I cut myself so much. Every time, I do it, the cuts get worse. I'm afraid that one of these days, there'll be nothing left. 

Every time, I get bullied, I feel a small piece of my heart, and soul get chipped away. And soon, there will be nothing left. 

I will forever be mentally and physically scarred by the words that people had said to me.