Put down those scissors
they are no more sharper than your thoughts
and you cannot silence them down
with few red lines on your arms
What are you hoping to find there anyway?
You think there’s a beauty hidden somewhere
underneath your dry blue skin?
and that you can watch the pain flow away
together with your blood
reach the release
you so desperately want?
It’s been too long, it’s been too loud.
But, listen to me and leave those scissors.
Bury them deep at the bottom
of your childhood memories box
that doesn’t mean you have to grow up
pillow can soothe your aches
and listen to your struggles.
Change the sheets afterwards
if you need.
But please, don’t touch the scissors.