My first encounter with mr.scissors

I'm so new at this
i slip my hand around the scissors
and slowly drag them down my wrists
as tears fall from my face
and the sharp edge leaves its small, but noticeable trace

i also have his name carved into my thigh
and a heart on the other leg
to remind me of our silent goodbye

a single slice hurts so much, but it feels so good,
to focus on pain that i can control
and the scissors know their solemn role

i sit here pondering my existence
feeling the burn of my fresh wounds
as they fade away too soon
but leave an imprint in my skin
and the scars slowly seep in

but don't worry, tomorrow they'll be back again
because of broken hearts, lies, and......

him.