A new scar will appear soon... Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why they do it to me?

I put down the razor and flush the bloody toilet paper down the toilet. Putting the toilet seat down, I wonder how long I'll have until someone notices again. What will my story be this time? I never tell anyone the truth, I think. Maybe they could help... No... They's make fun of me and judge me, which will lead to me cutting myself again.

Looking at the cut I realize this one was deeper than the others. I never notice the pain of cutting myself any more. All I feel is the pain that others bring me. I don't have any friends. I am made fun of all the time. My parents ignore me, everyone at school ignores me, unless they are bullying me.

I am depressed. Well, that's what the doctors told me. Apparently I also have anger issues. I only retaliated... Many things happened to me that day. I recall it perfectly. Only because, it ruined my life...

Friday, January 30, 2015. That was the day. I was done with all the bullying, the name calling, the cutting... Everything.... If only you were there. Maybe you would have helped... Would you? Here's what actually happened.

I woke up, normal morning. Get yelled at for nothing by my drunken parents, who don't give a s*** about me, and set off to school.

At the bus stop I wait. Two girls, Allie and Jersey, who used to be my best friends until they turned on me because of an untrue rumor, come shortly after already laughing at me.
"Where's all your friends Sammy?" Allie shouts. Jersey laughs.
They continue laughing at a stupid statement. Then they get up close to me. They start making noises and yelling in my ear. I scream at them to stop and get a life, that rallies them more.
It was Jersey who took the first punch. Laughing at me when I double over in pain. Allie threw the second right to the side of my head. I have a scar on my cheek from where her ring cut my face.
I felt like I was three people. Seeing three sets of my own feet. I was terribly dizzy. "You b****." I said
My ponytail was pulled, and my head yanked back upright. "What was that?" Allie questioned.
"You heard me." I spit.
That's when it really happened. I pulled my hair free, turned, and decked her in the face. She landed on the ground and I was continuously kicking her in the side, when the bus pulled up. 
The bus driver only saw me throw a punch. Which meant when I got to school all three of us to the office.
When we got in the office, (You have to realize, my public school does nothing about bullying, but won't tolerate violence.)  the principal was angry. At me. She favors the "popular" students, and those who give the most money to the school. Allie and Jersey were both of those.
The principal didn't care what I had to say, and I was expelled. Not my fault. I was trying to defend myself. But my parents thought I was a burden and hated me ever since.
Now it is February 14. Valentine's day. The day I got another scar. Allie and Jersey managed to come to my house, and insult me. I couldn't do anything about it. No one else will help.

I have come close to try to commit suicide many times, but I couldn't bring myslef to do it. My life is ruined. I can't go out without being bullied or feeling angry.

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That story hasn't happened to me. I have been bullied a lot but, I have never cut myself, and I will never judge those who do. It is our job to help those who are bullied. We have to stop this. All the bullying, no one knows the amount of bullying there is going on around you. Cutting and suicide are true events. Stop. Please. Spreadin the word and helping those who see get bullied will help. Please. Try. Younevr know... You could save a life.