Inflicted

What's inflicted, her pain or her wounds? Sometimes there isn't really a divulgence, just a sort of merging between the two. She is alone, because she cannot cry and she barely bleeds. Why else would no one love her?

Why else would no one notice?

Okay, for one thing, THIS ISN'T ME! Well, not now anymore, the part of me that did that is buried. This was just inspire by a brief flash of that emotion, that pain. And it drove me to draw this. I don't care if you don't like it, cause I do, I can see the pain in the picture and I am proud of myself for being able to convey it. Though I am considering giving it a dark background.

Time:
drawing hourish
colouring half hourish
background colour twenty min

Edit: I darkened the background and i don't mind it so nah