Okay so here's my story. I had 3 good "friends" let's call them b1 b2 and b3. So one day b1 and b2 started talking very bad about me. Saying that I was a worthless piece of s*** and a lot more. They told Me to kill myself.they told Me I was a waste of air. When I found out I was so heart broken. So I went home and cut as deep as I could. I started wearing hoodies to cover up my scars. B3 one day broke into my house and waited for me until I got home. When I did she hit me so hard I started bleeding. I told her to stop but she only hit me harder. She told me I was weak and so did b1 and b2 they all think the same thing about me. I started cutting even more. One day I had enough so I got some rope. I tried to kill myself. My mom found me.