Pain

Pain.
Flame.
Cutting.
Could they be combined?
Sure. Why not?
Others do it all the time.
Why can't I?
No one cares about me.
No one would notice.
NO!
STOP!
They DO care! They WOULD notice!
There are a few whom I trust.
Not many.
A choice few who know who I really am.
Just four.
They are my life line. With out them. . .
Who knows?
Dead?
Beaten?
Bruised?
Battered?
I don't want to know. . .
It's too scary. . .
help?