guilty

the worst part of all this is that i know i will never stop, they tried to help, bex, som, dad, they tried.
but what they don't realise is that i want to. i want to see the blood. how can i stop when i want it?
a guilty and painful pleasure. the worst of it, they are the ones that feel the pain, not me.
maybe she won't notice.
maybe she won't feel the pain.
maybe i won't have to see the disappoint in her eyes as she runs her fingers gently across the scars and hangs her head.