Surgery
To fix my disheveled ways
The doctors cut under my skin
Revealing 1000's of lies
A surgeon slice's
Open my mouth
And covers his ears
To the screech that escaped
My lips
The doctor and his team
Dig into me
They wield my colorless heart
That is so dry and lifeless
From being used too many times
By people then viciously thrown away
As these 'lifesavers'
Try to staple me back together
With blindfolds covering their eyes
To hide the hideous outcome that they have made
I wake up....
I grab them by their throats
Clutching their airways
Searching for a way
To steal the tools
And cut myself back open, or tear me apart
Because I don't want to be fixed
Even if you brainwash me
My morbid thoughts will again
Reach the surface
Of these oily waters
If you want me to stay
I will stay
But just know
That I am suffering
Every. Damn. Day.
And no amount of surgery
Therapy
Hugs and loving words
Will ever fix my body, my heart, or my head
I am perfect the way I am
broken but willing to love
