You, Me, And My Medication

If a day were to strike,
With an inspiration not to carve,
A little less understanding,
For why you starve,

Comfort for you,
Is too slow for me,
Love in my mind,
For you is too painful to be,

We all have an element,
Of necessary pain,
But not every one understands,
Even when they strain,

One day eight years ago,
Cuts me open wide,
The very same event,
Empties you inside,