Open Wound

Bandages can never be stitches

Stitches fix it, make it new

Make it as if it was never there.

I love him, and I’ve said that before

And it cures me.

Why would I wait till I am dead

To be whole.

All I need now is reality

Why is everything a game

Why are there always open cuts

With millions of bandages

Like a fight that never ends

I just want to have a life

Without every day being a battle

Is it all supposed to be a battle?