Persevere

Oh my darling, 
Don’t pull your skin.
It hurts me to patch you up.
Please consider what I feel.

Every time you pull away,
I tear myself open 
And stitch my skin on your open wound,
Leave mine gaping.

A day may come when I am dead.
Blood loss reaching my brain.
And you’d be left alone, a pool of guilt.
Tearing and tearing, again and again.

Oh my darling
Learn to heal yourself.
Let not the soldiers on your body decay.
Don’t let their rot consume you, 

Let them in peace pass away.

The day may be long and the night even longer,
But I beg of you, to not deter.
Persevere, Persevere.

It is without doubt, going to get better.