My Medicine cabinet is full
A secret corner, so dull.
Safety pins and razor blades hide in the dark
Ready for me to start.
They hear the bathroom door lock.
My screaming they live off.
I tremble opening the medicine cabinet
The razor blade is so cold, the safety pin so bold.
My hands grip the small razor blade,
with the safety pin, I engrave,
words I should have said so long ago
before I was pulled into the freezing embrace.
Back to reality, back to the papers,
back to the therapist whose doing me no favours.
Wrapping myself up with
Ice cold razors,
and securing my cracks,
with the safety pins from my neighbours.
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)