A Different Bleed

As the white of the page crushes every thought,
Do I or Don’t I,
Can I or Can’t I.
As the black of the words expose every feeling,
Fix it or Break it,
Move or Idle.
As they mix the grey blurs my vision,
Open or Close,
Light or Dark.
It taunts me with each sound,
It haunts me with its silence.
It burns with each rejection,
and each word as they brand my heart.
Each mark a different feeling,
a different hurt, a different bleed.

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