razor
She sits in the warmth of her shower,
Letting the warmth of the water fall onto her.
Her mind is blank, nothing lingered in it what so ever.
She looked at her razor, the one she knew all too well.
She grabbed it and examined it like always.
Then, she did something she has never done before.
She placed the razor back down and let out a sigh.
She broke promises in the past, but this was for her sake.
She didn't want any more unforgettable scars on her body anymore.
She was tired, yes.
But she was tired of harming herself.
As she went back to taking her shower, she didn't think once of that razor.
She was stronger than it.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
