I am 15 years old and I hate my life. I cut myself with scissors and scar myself, no one cares. I make a cry for help, no one cares. I almost killed myself, "You'll walk it off" (I jumped off a roof and broke my leg.) I check a box on a clipboard, I get locked up in a mental hospital. This makes me feel like shit and its not easy keeping a fake fucking smile throughout my daily life because people tell me to. I go through hell and back just to end the day with me either crying myself to sleep or cutting myself in the wrists then bandaging it pretending its a little scab. Feeling utterly bitter, angry and genuinely anxious kills me more than actually killing myself. To reeaallly pour salt in and around the wound is that I had to make a counter of the times I thought of killing myself with the date. There are about 32 instances of suicide. For fuck sake, SOMEONE PLEASE CARE!