Stitches

What is this dependency on me?
Dependency on you?
Look at what you've done,
Look at what you've left in
Your footsteps.
You are cold my friend,
Because you are bare.
You claim to be around,
But you're neither here nor there.
You always medicate my wounds that you inflict,
Yet you're not even aware.
Sewing up the reaps of pain, softly.
Yet you don't know that they're there.
And still you return to open those wounds back up,
No harmful intentions,
And pull apart the stitches,
No apologies mentioned.
You will fix it once more,
Then make wounds afresh again.
You will sew it back up,
But see,
The cycle never ends.