Bailey

Full

Copyright, Bailey

Some say they feel empty,
they cut just to feel
but i am not empty,
i am full.
full of hate? Never.
I thrive on love.
All i know is that its never okay
until i let it out.
The only way is through the Blade.
razor sharp and a smooth clean cut.
I bleed…but i do not bleed blood.
i bleed out the horror within me.
and until it builds up again,
I am okay.

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