Every time my mom asked if I was okay I nodded and smiled and she believed me but on the inside I was hopeless I wanted to stop drowning and I couldn't lift myself up. It wasn't until I started noticing things about myself, my hair started falling out and I would scratch my arm until I bled I had to go the the hospital because of what I was doing to myself and my mom found out I was getting bullied for two years and saying nothing. It wasn't until my last year at school is when they became physical and actually did something,i was lost and I started believing what they was saying to me stopped scratching my arm a year before but I was failing school and I developed insomnia and depression.