I know a girl who loves to draw...
Trough the day she do beautiful drawings with a lots of color and life!
She seems to be so happy!
But... When she gets home everything changes..Her drawings is not full of color.. or life anymore, It is one color..
And her favorite time to draw is in the night.. but she don't need pens or paper just a sharp blade as her pen and her arm as paper and she says "i am sorry but i love to draw"
as the blood drips down fast on the floor and then she gets a tattoo of scars that she will never show. And one day it becomes to much for the girl so went to the bathroom and had her drawing things with her.. her blade and her arm.. and she said "this will be the last drawing i ever do.. because it is over i'm sorry"
