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.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
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.
