Ineffable

Mentality

I am not better

I still mourn the me that was innocent

and still pray sometimes to stay in slumber

Sometimes, I look at my razor a little too long before I start to shave

and sometimes go as far as to hold my old friend on my skin without giving it the pleasure to puncture

Tears still stream out my eyes until I fall asleep

and a sober mind is still avoided

I am not better

but I am evolving