snip 
snip 
snip 
my scissors go to work,
cutting away
the people "i don't need"
but blood is staining the paper
and only some of it is theirs.

mysa

scissors

See...theres a trick to this...while cutting away the people you don't need you have to be careful not to cut away the people who need you.

Utterly fathomless. Beautiful analogies and profound structure. Such a deep concept put together so seamlessly. Thank you for the poem.