I need more.
My spirit calls for its calling.
My eyes are sore from nights spent bawling, over open sores.
But i keep picking at my scabs anyway. 
The demons I’m fighting are all heavyweights.
How do you mend a heart ?
My chambers hold the secrets only my pen knows.
Trying to show her she never has to stand alone. 
I wanna co-author her self help book as her story unfolds.