trust

she is crying desperately for help.
but the only ones who care are the ones who make it worse.
i am the only one who completely understands her. we understand each other. she trusts me completely, not because i have said that i won't hurt her, but because i am the only one who will tell her that i intend to hurt her. the rest do it secretly, or accidentally. they say they will never let her down and she knows that is a lie. i tell her every day how i wish to torment her, to love her with my mocking and my knives. this is the only truth she has been told, so she knows i won't let her down. i will always be here. pleasure and happiness are fleeting, and they can be held on to like smoke. the hurt is as real and strong as the blade. she can trust the pain.