I used to wake up and cry
Because I could stop an aching heart
I couldn’t eat
I was heart broken
Emotionally I was wounded
Physical I was weak
I lost interest in everything
I used to look up to the sky
Hoping I would find it beautiful
To take away my pain and sorrows
I used to pray , cry until I can’t no more
I would see on a wet pillow
It used to comfort me
But I would make sure
That I get out of the room smiling
Walking with an aching heavy heart
I survived the worst