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