I slit my wrist to feel the blade, but I don't feel the sharp pain. I feel the power of hurt and guilt I've gained that led me this far. I met the loss of self respect and **** that hurts so good. I bleed and cry, but I don't cry for the cut and the blood and the sharp dual pain. The feelings deeper than that. You don't ******* deserve to know, ******* for feeling sorry for me.