My name is Kristeen. I started to cut my self in grade 6, and I have not stopped. I’m now in grade 8 and am still filled with pain and depression. I have tried to kill myself many times, each time something different like knife, pills. People say that they care about me and understand what I’m going through. Some people don’t believe that I have been through so much or others do believe and give me their pity and feel sorry for me, but I don’t want their pity or for them to feel sorry for me. I can’t change the way people think that I am lying, which I think is sick that people would think I would make stuff up. Somethings that I do to help is I write poems and draw. You are sitting there bored out of your mind so I will stop here.