Who I am...

First Cut

I was only in the 6 or 7th grade when I started holding my emotions in, because I felt like no one really cared. A lot of things had happened years before that we were still dealing with. I still have nightmares of my step dad coming into my room, touching me. My mom and I would always fight every night and day. One day I just snapped I guess. I grabbed the blade from the sharpener, I hesitated for awhile as the tears fallen from my face. Angry and hurt and lost with no one to talk to or to stop me. One cut. Two cuts. Three then four. I felt better my mind was empty I was calm. I just sat there and watched the blood drip down my wrist...I smiled. But I regret that night everyday.