Abused

I'm speaking as a kid who is abused. My parents always say this isn't abuse, but I'm not retarded. Hitting my legs, grabbing my wrists, and calling me names is abuse. In 4th grade I was at the phase where I thought I was worthless, I started cutting myself and emotionally abusing myself. To the point where I broke a hole in my screen, and climbed on top off the roof. I wanted to jump off, but I couldn't, God said it wasn't my time. So after my parents/grandparents found out I knew something was gonna happen. I was soon pinned to the floor by my grandpa and got yelled at. My grandma grabbed my wrists, and I proclaimed. “It hurts STOP” but she didn't she told me she knew it didn't hurt. After I called CPS and they didn't believe me, as I had no marks on my body to prove it. My advice to young girls like me, Do something before it's too late.