The first time I tried to commit suicide was the most painful. Two months after starting my first year of highschool, boys started treating me like a prostitute.  My “friend” at the time told everyone that I enjoyed the rape. That I wanted it. I was called a whore and a slut by my peers. Older boys attempted to have their way with me. I started acting like one. I sent nudes to anyone that would ask. I believed I was only needed for sex, that I wasn’t worth anything other than my sexual appeal. I was 13.  I was self harming any chance I could. My wrists, legs and chest were full of cuts. Eventually self harming didn’t help anymore. I didn’t want to live anymore. The thing that pushed me over the edge was when my “friend” invited me to a group chat with her minions. They talked about me like