My heart aches every now and then 
Crying became a norm as 
depression got me here and there 
anxiety is now my best friend
As no one has my hand 
Love is my drug 
but no one is giving me a dose 
to fall in love and forget 
My wounds and scars 
that doesn’t wanna heal 
whatever falls breaks, 
my breaking is my medicine.
I so need it because 
I refused to deal with my demons 
deal with my past 
karma got me crying 
every night, 
but with one dose 
of love I am okay 
He said I must let his shoulder
be the cup that holds my tears
Maybe I need to start healing 
and just stop breaking myself 
couple of times because I ain’t fixing 
but breaking me more