I am 14, 15 in a few weeks, and I suffer from depression. I bottle it up, I don't tell people about it. I have been through quite a lot for my age. I have secrets nobody could ever comprehend, and my head spins with the pain of holding it all inside. I lived with an alcohol for 11 years, this had a damaging effect on my outlook of life and my trust towards others. I watched someone I love damage themselves and our family, and it was painfully upsetting and it tore me apart everyday through my primary years. But something terrible happened to me. When I was 13, somebody tried to sexually abuse me. Luckily, I got away before anything too serious happened. The trust I was beginning to build up? Shattered. Gone. I lost my amazing boyfriend, many friends and the love from some family through my depression. I miss how things used to be, painfully badly. I resort to cutting and biting my skin, it's stupid, but I can't stop. It's like I'm hooked. I hate myself for who I am. I'm a Christian, and I'm 86% sure I'm a bisexual. God won't accept me, but life doesn't accept me either. I don't see the point in prolonging my death anymore.