You’re in the operating room
Bleeding out your problems and insecurities
Flatlining with your depression
And I’m waiting right outside
Crying and screaming with frustration
Of just how powerless I am

But I’m not powerless because I’m not a surgeon
I’ve sutured myself up hundreds of times
And even revived myself a few
I’m powerless because you won’t let me in

One deadbolt still standing between us
I drop my medical bag to the floor