The razor whispered
"use me
I'll take away your pain
I'm the key to making all of your problems
disappear for good
Just let me get a taste of your skin
Please"
As she ran her delicate fingers over the shiny blade
that once used to help her she grew angry
She was angry for ever using it in the past to harm herself when life got intense
She was angry for currently holding it in her hands
and she was angry for allowing her mind to go to such a dark place after she had fought for years to get out of it
Now she was here holding the key to a hell she didn't think she could come back from twice
She heard the razor whisper once more
then chucked it so far into the ocean never to be used again
She looked down at the scars on her arms that were still visible yet healed and said
"not this time."