The first time I attempted suicide I was in 5th grade. In 7th grade, I was caught with cutting scars and scabs by school counselors. In 7th grade, the school told my parents to take me to the hospital. I was there for a long time. In 7th grade, the hospital told me to go to a therapist. I went to the therapist for two days. My Mama told me to "get better so we could move". We moved. In 8th grade, I continued to cut. Sometimes my Dad would see a small cut and ask me what it was from. I would lie and he would believe me. My Dad had also took away the box cutter that I stole from the movers. It was never spoken about again. In 9th grade, I slightly happy with way better friends and my first boyfriend. I still cut and thought about killing myself. We moved again due to my Dad's job. I'm in 10th grade now. I still cut and burn myself. Have had many mental breakdowns and my one friend had to talk me out of committing suicide. My grades have been failing and I don't do any sports anymore because I don't have it left in me. My parents are always yelling at me and telling me that they don't understand. I want to cut. Kill myself. I don't see the point anymore. Sometimes, I want help but I don't know how to start it off...and I still want to cut. It's a habit. A bad one. I'm crying in my bed. I want to give up completely. I keep trying but failing. I don't know what's wrong with me and what to do. Now I'm in 10th grade and I honestly don't see myself finishing high school...let alone the year.