We push out pain meds,
To treat emotional strife,
And we cover bullet holes,
With kind words and prayers.
How do we expect to heal the wounded,
When we don’t understand pain?
Faulty medicine
For the love of writing
For the love of writing
We push out pain meds,
To treat emotional strife,
And we cover bullet holes,
With kind words and prayers.
How do we expect to heal the wounded,
When we don’t understand pain?
Katherine Klingseis 