The scissors.

They cut the white ribbon around your wrists.

The ribbon slowly ribs strand by strand your innocence and happiness falls to the floor.

The once white ribbon turns to black and into depression you go.

The monsters and demons that you had been hiding now have the best of you.

What is one to do?

Still a child, but so much of their childhood is gone take by the monsters in the closet.

Stolen by the scissors they used to cut paper now it cuts their innocent skin.