Scissors

Two identical blades
Leave two identical scars
Both hide many shames.
Both blades painted red
Two stains on my bed.
A tear soaked pillow
(wallowing sorrow)
A blood streaked sheet
(self defeat)
Laying still
Looking round
Vision blurred by blood and tears
Can't hear a sound
Only that ringing in my ears.
Flowing blood is
Flowing fears.
Flowing tears
Washes them away.