Uh well I'm not sure how to start exactly but I guess I should start...

I've stopped being online much recently not because I have family problems or something. The truth is, I've got depression again. And it's gotten to the point of self-hate and self-harm.

A couple years ago when I did have it, I was just alone most of the time. No one bothered me and I didn't bother them. I did have suicidal thoughts but it never led to self-harm.

And now I'm standing in a place I've never thought I'd be. I started cutting.

It started a couple days ago when I realized how depressed I really was. The entire afternoon of my school, I dug my nails into my left hand as deep as I could and scratched. No one noticed. I lied to cover up the truth. I told them I tripped and fell into a bunch of thistles and it was really itchy. They believed me.

I've just grown tired of this world. This generation of full of sin. I was born in the wrong time and in the wrong place. I was misplaced. And now no one around me hears my screams. I get that everyone has their own problems and it's probably selfish of me but, at least once in a while, I want someone to really sit me down so I can vent out my problems. But the people around me don't seem to care. As long as I leave by the end of the year, it doesn't matter to them who I am.

I wish someone could've told me life was going to be this rough. Because I'm not a fighter. I try and I pretend that everything's okay when my heart made of glass has shattered.

So if anyone hears my cries now, send help.