Cut, suture, close

Lent Somnolence: (paraphrased) Emotions are messy, tuck them neatly away and step into a clean sterile room where the procedure is simple. Cut, suture, and close. But sometimes you're faced with a cut that won't close. A cut that rips its stitches wide open. They say practice makes perfect. Cut, suture, and close. And the harder it begins to turn it off, to stop thinking and remember what it means to be a human being.
Lent Somnolence: that's what you are doing to yourself you know. by admitting defeat
Lent Somnolence: cut, suture, close
Lent Somnolence: one day those stitches will rip right out again
Lent Somnolence: hearts aren't meant to stay healed