Tape and glue won’t fix my broken parts.
A needle and a spool of thread
Won’t hold my stuffing in.
A Band-Aid will not make my scrapes
Feel better, nor will a kiss.
A washcloth on my forehead
Will not draw the fever out of me.
A spoonful of bitter cough medicine
Will not make my voice come back.
The pills you force me to swallow
Do no good for my kind of pains.
You could hammer the missing nail
Back into my soul and make me whole.
You’re welcome to try it.
I could use the extra love,
The undue attention. Be my guest,
Although I doubt it will help me any
‘Cause, you see, not even you
Can help me, Mother. What I have
Is a little “condition” where the only way
To heal the pain I’m feeling is to bleed.
So, if you can’t give back the blades
You took away then I am sorry
But there’s nothing you can do for me.