Sick girl, the doctors said they saved you
but are you really alive?
Your hair is still falling out of your scalp.
There are still scars on your tender skin.
Your mom still cries when she sees you.
Your dad looks at you with worried eyes.
Is that concern just a disguise?
What can you do make it alright?
If open wounds don’t bleed,
and match stick burns don’t sting.
Don’t you think it’s getting old?
How you can save a body, but you can’t save a soul?