With fraying stitches in her head
A patch here another there people hurt her
They don't care
I'll patch my back she says quietly
Many knives were stabbed in there.
I'll patch my ribs in each place where you kicked me
When I was already down
The patchwork girl sits on her chair
Yanking out chunks of dying black hair
I'll embroider my arms to cover the scars and embroider my legs to hide the bruises
The patchwork girl lies on the floor
Shes given up
She doesn't care anymore.
The patchwork girl thinks back to the start
Before the patching began
The biggest patch she thinks
Is way inside where no needle and thread can reach.
She thinks back to the start
The First thing I wanted to patch
Was my heart
