Safe and Sound....

I'm reaching out tonight to anyone...to everyone.

....because I thought I was stronger than this.

After ten years of fighting depression, I broke....perhaps more like fractured, but still.

After ten years of fighting back this depression, I cut for the first time. I've been reaching out for weeks as soon as I couldn't get the thought out of my head.
My sister wouldn't listen. My friends weren't there. I can't talk to my parents. I went to teenhelp.org, but I wasn't getting any response there either.

Tonight, I found my exacto knife refills. I pulled one out and before I knew it, I had a series of cuts. They aren't any worse than cat scratches, but still....it was my first time.

But I feel I need to do it again. The blade is still next to me an hour later..