Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Bleached Blood by Rachel A.

By Rachel A.
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Bleached blood...
it comes out numb
and doesn't stain anything
yet I see it everywhere.
The dry liquid seems to fill the spaces in my eyes
yet it is empty of it's passion.
It's red.
The blood wipes my tears
but only heightens my insecurity.
With a sharpened edge
the razor falls
and my insides begin to cry again.

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