Powerless

Slow, the metal slips through my skin
Releasing every drop of fear, anger, and sorrow as blood
So I don't have to cry
I don't have to be ashamed for breaking down

It's all so easy, just to let the blade take control
I never know when it finds itself in my hands
Ripping jaggedly, slicking thin lines
Sometimes dragging it deeper to let all the bad days out

It's all eacaping now
All my worries...my pains...
But somehow they get sucked back in
And I have to let it all out again

But it's no use
The same routine every day
The same greeting of the shining smile of the razor every day...

*I'm feeling kinda depressed lately and I wrote this about 2 months ago when I was in the same exact state...*

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