BandAid

You lay there in a box in a drawer or behind a cabinet door.
Days and months go by without any attention.
The drawers and cabinet doors open but no one reaches for you.
Until one day someone searches for you, seeks you out, in pain and in need.
They find you and gently place you on their wound.
Finally you've been chosen!
It feels good to be needed.
No matter how nasty or deep the cut is, you protect it.
Guard it with all that you have in you.
Then the day comes when their wound has healed.
You've endured the worst with them but they snatch you off and throw you away.
You lay there in the trash or on the street somewhere neglected yet again.
After all the pain that you were there for, you're alone now.
Their pain is gone and you're no longer needed.
The life of a BandAid. Life.