Medicine |Ed Sheeran|

Chapter 1

I believe we are put into rough patches throughout lives, then once we heal them up, we learn that it scared us for a reason. A way of telling us " damn I knew I could make it through this, and although the pain is still there. It's time to turn the page and start the new chapter".

And even though some can't contain to let go of the past, it tends to eat up their emotions, so far they snap, like a rubber band under pressure. And I've noticed since I was little my father coming home, opening a beer that lead on to another, to him eventually being intoxicated, I watched this repeat every night until I hit the age of thirteen.

My mother had her quits on him, months that lead to year of her pleading to him to become a sober man. And those nights I witnessed the worst that was yet to come, and I knew that one day the worst would come.

That's when the pain hit me, I watched in fear, as I heard the skin on skin contact. His sweaty intoxicated body over hers, as she screamed in pain. I tried my best to help her, I scream and yelled, but that did nothing.
 
My mother had force a smile till the end, and I knew deep down she wished she could change the way I was raise, but I can only say. My mother had taught me right from wrong. And although she would never be able to help me on the big day, I just knew deep down she would find her way.

I can say my life has been on a bumpy road after that year, by the time my eighteenth year had came and gone. I was a different person. I moved to New York, got a part time job as a cosmetologist, while on the other behalf going to Berklee college of music.

From the time I was six I had went from school to piano lessons, and once I hit fourteen I had decide I would give my music a break.

I can say my life has been on a bumpy road after that year, by the time my eighteenth year had came and gone. I was a different person. I moved to New York, got a part time job as a cosmetologist, while on the other behalf going to Berklee college of music.

From the time I was six I had went from school to piano lessons, and once I hit fourteen I had decide I would give my music a break.

None the less those were my depressing days, and even though it was hard to contain it, I knew one day I'd find the right man to fall onto, my hard day he would pick me up and tell me it'll be fine and I'll make it.

But for now I've got to find my way.