BandAid

Blood dripping on the ground
Screaming and shouting all around
You say " I'm sorry, I wont do it again"
But we both know how it all began
Way back when it was just a tap
Not long after it became a slap
So you use sex as a bandaid
What in your tiny brain
thinks it'll fix what you've done
Blood dripping all around
Broken bones and hollow hearts
Would a bandaid cover all my scars ?