make me feel good mommy.
sit down and read to me from my childrens bible.
lay your arm ontop of my shoulders.
play with my hair like you used to.
make me feel at home again mommy.
make me feel good sissy.
sit indian style on the bed with me.
paint my toenails,
make me an acrylic t-shirt like you did in kindergarten.
promise me you'll never leave me alone with mom and dad...and mean it.
make me feel safe again sissy.
make me feel good kind sir.
stick that needle deeper into my vein.
inject those drugs better than you know how.
make the medicine go faster...
run deeper...last longer...
make me feel high kind sir.
make me feel good doc.
take my temperature,
give me medication...perscriptions.
clean me out.
write me down.
and let me leave.
make me feel clean doc.
make me feel good baby.
undress me with your eyes...
work well with your fingertips.
hold me tighter than anyone ever has.
and when its over...
don't forget that i have to get up first.
make me feel dirty baby.
But if you can't...
i will.
study my arms.
you can see people's failed attempts to make me feel good.
thats my job.
and i fully accept the responsibility...
as does broken glass.
You can't make me feel good.
....but dont stop trying.
thaw me baby.
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