She/They/Pansexual

I used to love Love until it started to poison me...
A walking psycho who hates her therapist... But don't worry, I haven't reached the killing state yet... 
Using Wattpad as an escape from my poisonous ex who left me without closure, well fuck her... 

"So used to pain"
"Please, give me back my smile"
"I love the view of the blood dripping down the white walls"
"Broken too many times that can't break me anymore"
"I loathe myself a lot until I feel like I'm using myself too much"
"Please, make me feel pain"
"Poisoned with love; Died"
"I wrote my feeling down on a paper with my blood, When I gave it to her, she said it was scary. She didn't realize the kind of love I have for her"
"Is there no one to save me?"
"Sometimes when I say 'I'm okay' I want someone to look through my eyes and hug me tight then say 'I know you're not'..."