I am a vessel.

An empty, hollow shell.

Give me your emotions. The bad ones. You're far too good for them. Hand them over to me.

That's it. Thank you. Do you feel better now?

I'll put them inside me, to keep you safe.

I'll fill myself up with your bad emotions.

My glass is thick, don't worry. It won't shatter.

I'll keep filling and filling until I can't take anymore.

Then I'll make little slices on my skin, see? Right there.

That filters them out.

So I can be hollow and empty once more.

And live to make you happy.