Poems from samantha.portwine
Gripping the razor
She admires its silver tone
Exposing her wrist
She examines her canvas
She glides the razor
Ever so gently
Feeling the...
She always looked for a silver lining
But never thought it would be a silver razor
One side dull
The other thin, sharp
Admiring it...
Tears stream down her face
To let go the pain
She closes them tighter
To hope for a brighter future
Wrapping her arms around herself
To...
I feel him on my back,
The demon that’s riding me,
He’s been with me through everything.
Every panic attack,
He’s the one on my chest...
Tears are streaming down her face,
She gasps for air between every sob.
Hands shaking, body trembling,
Holding a new razor in her hand
She...