All my life i was bullied and worse and i thought it would never get better well it only got worse i have major depression and i cut almost everyday and i starve myslef to the point im gonna die the only thing that keeps me from killing myself is nothing really but i jave scars everywhere on my body my arms, legs, stomach, hips, and mt chest and i have the words "emo" "freak" "loser" and "nobody" carved into my arms and legs one word for each and the word "outcast" carved into my chest it did hurt to do it but now i know why i did it. I was weak and i had nobody to go to but my other emo friends we all went to our hangout it was suicide pool its an abandoned pool that people do satanic rituals and graffiti and some do suicide but i was also one of the people who tried suicide there but i survived idk how but yea i did.