The hurt of healing

Cutting away the dead pieces of me
The things that pull me down
The things that don't belong

I don't care
If they are dead or dying
They are pieces of me
And I don't want to let them go

I want to hoard all of me
The good and the bad
The healthy and the rotten

I am tired of changing
Can't I just be?
For a minute?

Why do I keep asking for change?
When it hurts so much.
I am doing this to myself.