I WAS 11.

(obviously,i'm older now.) TW. I was 11, when overthinking bloomed like a rotten plume, from the bullying in the past, that made me glare, over my own picture, at the last time. . I was 11, my mom's comments never lowered, and her yelling never faltered. and then i began flinching, when you raised your hand to greet me. . I was 11, and cvt my wr!st, until my brisk pit was discovered, when i put on a t-shirt. . I was 11, and deepened my battle with life, ended up with 4 attempts to commit su!cid£. then i began to feel weird around bl@des, and triggered when i met the sight of knives. . . .