"Rip off it quickly"
they all say about the band-aid
"It won't hurt as much"
they supposedly claim

Of course it won't hurt
when you're the one tearing

You're not the one who healed
Protected
And saved
Precious dermis
embraced with a sticky strip

The blood ceased to flow
and the slivers faded
While what covered you
absorbed the pain

But, once you're healed
it holds no more to you
and what was your cure
is poisoned by your absence