I’ve been hurt
I’ve been burnt
I’ve been cut
I’ve been hit
I’ve been abused
I’m broken


You’ve felt your own merciful blood drip from your wrists
In vein
You’ve felt your arms incinerate beneath a scorching cigarette
You were six feet under but managed to find the light
My dear
You were my band aid


Maybe it was dumb, maybe it was wrong
But you healed me
You dressed my wounds and cooled my burns
My dear
You were my band aid