Why……

I wanna cut so bad right now but i wont because i know your happy but knowing your happy is enough i know your never gonna love me the way i do but its just so hard to imagine im gonna be all alone in this world because honestly i cant imagine myself without you anymore i wont ever. Im so close to pushing the blade across and feeling pain leave but i cant because it wont do anything i want you to be happy but i wanna feel happy to is that so bad. I wish their were two of you and one of you at least would want me.

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. Her paint brush is a razor, her canvas is her wrist.