You wanted to hold me
but you can’t.

You’re like my version of Edward Scissorhands.

Everytime you try to hold me,
your blades get in the way.

I bled.

My hands were wounded deep.
That’s what I got
for trying to cling onto you.

I didn't mind the damage.
I thought I was numb enough
to hold on to you
but I was just hurting myself.

You’re scared.

Not because you inflict pain to others.
You’re afraid to see
how people bled for you


and that’s what hurts you too.