I'm ⓙⓔⓦⓔⓛⓢ, just another girl society ruined.

I fuck up....alot. 

People always seem to break me, yet for some reason I still try to fix what they've broke.

How can you live knowing that not even you can love yourself? 

Suicidal? Yes. Anorexic? Yes. Bulimic? Yes. Self harmer? Yes. Bipolar? Yes. Violent? Yes. Bitchy? Yes.

One Word To Describe Me: Gone

✎She Paint's A Pretty Picture✐
↺But Here's The Shocking Twist↻
✁Her Paint Brush Is Her Razor✃
☜And The Canvas Is Her Wrist☞
✎She Paint's Her Pretty Picture✐
⚔In A Colour That's Blood Red⚔
✁While Using Her Sharp Paintbrush✃
♱She Finally Ends Up Dead♱
✎Her Pretty Pictures Fading✐
↺Quite Slowly On Her Arm↻
⇜The Blood Is Not Racing Through Her⇝
✁She Can No Longer Do Harm✃
✎She Painted Her Pretty Picture✐
↺But Her Picture Had A Twist↻
✁You See Her Mind Was Her Razor✃
☜And Her Heart Was Her Wrist☞