I'm hurting constantly. It hurts, I'm tired of it. Everytime things are going well or positive, something comes and fucks it all up. It all really started when I became a teenager. When I was 13, my grandpa died of a brain tumor. He was the closest thing I had to a father figure my whole life. When I was 14, I got groomed, and sexually abused and raped by a 35 year old man. This abuse would continue until I was 16. But peace didn't last long, not even a year later I was being threatened and again sexually assaulted by someone new. I feel like it's my fault, like I can't say i was raped because of how many times it happened. My mind tells me "this happened way too many times to qualify as abuse, you practically consented." But I know I didn't. When I was 14, I began self-harming, lightly, no deep cuts or injuries. When I was 15, I was admitted to the mental hospital on suicide watch, my life continued to crumble from then on. People were constantly stressing about me, and still do to this day. I don't do anything but hurt people, I bring no good or worth to this world. I'm just an apathetic, shell of melancholy. if I just die, I'll be gone for good. I'll feel no more, and everyone I know will be free of the curse it is of being tied to me.