I have been suffering from depression since elementary school, but I really started considering suicide at 15: at that time I often went to the library to study, and there was a group of 4-5 bullies who enjoyed making fun of me because I was always alone and silent.
one day I got tired and told everything to the librarian, who chased away the bullies.
one afternoon, a week later, I was walking alone listening to music, and suddenly I was surrounded by the usual bullies who beat me with strong punches and kicks until I fell, then those bastards ran away laughing.
I came home crying with severe pain in my wounds, I looked in the mirror and said "I want to die".
I did not tell my parents anything, they would not understand and would have called me "weak" "coward", I only told them that I had fallen.