"If you could describe yourself as an office item what would it be?”
she asked.
Well,
I would be paper.
some people use me when they need me,
I get the deed done and I'm thrown away.
But sometimes I can mean a lot to people,
sometimes they need me a lot and I'm important all of a sudden.
Other times I’m the cause of a paper cut, something small I create but causes unimaginable pain.
Who am I kidding? what I did wasn’t small..
I’m sorry..
im sorry..
I m s o r r y..
I m s o s o r r y..
I'm not paper, I'm just scissors.
I cut things, then when someone tries to fix it,
it's never truly fixed because it's never the same way it was before
They're either held together by glue or tape,
all I am is destruction.
I had a conversation with a friend whom I don't talk to much, they mean a lot and we have a complicated relationship, I'm not the best friend she could have though sadly enough she wants me to stay with her even after seeing harm I can cause her.