When I was 13 years old I was really depressed. I was a foster child and it seemed like no one wanted me. All of the families that I liked had a reason for making me leave. Also I'm a very shy person, so most of the people that were my age thought that I was stuck up because I didn't talk much. It got to the point that all the kids my age told me to kill myself because no one wanted me and they told me that I wasn't worth anything. So I decided that maybe they were right and I should kill myself. I began to think that stuff the people told me was true and I also wanted to be with my mother. I thought killing myself would be the only thing that would make me happy.

After all that I began cutting myself, I thought that by doing that it would get me prepared to kill myself. Also when I was doing it the pain went away, but only for a few seconds. Then the pain would return and I ended up feeling worse each time.