Cut

In a world of chaos, where pain holds its sway, A razor's sharp edge offers a choice today, A tool to reshape, to mend and to heal, To take back the power, the wounds to conceal. Oh, razor so keen, with your touch so precise, You etch on the skin, where emotions reside, A mark of resistance, a defiant decree, A claim to the self, a release from the pain. No longer a victim, no longer astray, The razor's embrace guides the soul's inner way, A path to resilience, a journey of might, Where pain is no longer a force in the fight. In the razor's reflection, a new self takes form, Emerging from darkness, weathering life's storm, A warrior spirit, untamed and unbound, In control of the pain, with newfound strength found.