Self Harm
BY: BELLA RAY There is always sadness, it’s always dark, A slight relief while I make these marks. Blood blooms bright with every gash, My world comes down with a … Continue reading
July 15, 2019 · Leave a comment
BY: BELLA RAY There is always sadness, it’s always dark, A slight relief while I make these marks. Blood blooms bright with every gash, My world comes down with a … Continue reading