Scissors.

scissors
Knives
i lived with those beloved metal shears
been tight for years
protecting
from tears
though kept me from facing
my fears

I run with scissors to not end up hurt
hold steady for those trying to lift up my skirt
trying to dig up my dirt
I hold them in front
i dont care what you want
these keep you
3 feet
speak ing
for me

"fuck you because i want nothing to do with you"

there isnt shit you can do to change my mind
at no time
will a line
a word
a can i
will be heard
I run with scissors in my hand in front
of my heart
try to get in and i'll cut you apart
i'll hurt you before you hurt me
selfish to you
helpful to me
down the road pain is all i see
so i'd rather leave you here bleeding
i won't give you the satisfaction that comes with receiving

feed into your ego is a no no
i wont show emotion

when you dont call
i wont care
i could give less of a care
about time we share
scissors & knives
i thought help me survive

cutting at you before you cut at me
at all
or too deep
or emotionally
helping to keep your distance
before i even know your name
not trying to repeat these fucking games
those games where i just lay
all appearing to be the same
guys on the same bullshit
them lines that they memorize
time and time again
pussy hungry guys
dont realize
what all lies inside
and I
wont add them in my mix

i gave my scissors a rest
& i dont know yet
if I did what was best
giving you the benefit of the doubt
when i put my scissors down
in the back of my mind
during this whole time

i know i should pick them back up & run with them
right
in
front
of my heart.