• i sit here in the dark. the blood from my wrists throbs forth. the very sent of it draws me in to taste it. salty. it is a release. it is not about inflicting pain. i hear it shouldnt hurt when you cut your wrists, but there is pain for me. i consider this to be of good luck. without the pain this would all be futile. no pain means no distractions from the emotional struggles i face. i am lonely even when in a crowded room. noone beside me to call my own. of course i have online relationships, but these are not what it is to feel a wonderous embrace. perhaps, an embrace i will never find. what shall i do tomorrow? the usual. i will keep my wrist covered. nooone will know. theyve never had a clue. theres nothing wrong with it though. noone knows. your probly sitting there thinking "he has no idea what real pain is". thats what everyone thinks about others filled with sorrows. just know that my pain is my release.