hurting

The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that when I hurt myself, I hurt him. When I hurt myself it travels to him. The image of him crying is burnt into my brain. I can’t get it out even if I tried. The scars are a reminder, of how I hurt him. It doesn’t get to me that I hurt myself. All I can think about, is that I hurt him. I cry every time I think of that. I will never do it again.