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Bitter Medecine

We follow our heroine’s reflections as she begins to understand that each trial has made her stronger. If you’d like to support me, help me, or simply see more of my work, you can find me on Instagram or Patreon and now on Spotify, apple music and many others !   / ceciliaaioc     / ceciliaaioc   https://open.spotify.com/artist/4mmk8... https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/by... I’ll leave you with the lyrics below: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On navigue dans les réflexions de notre héroïne, elle commence à comprendre que chaque épreuve l'a renforcé. Si vous aimez mon travail, hésitez pas à venir me faire coucou sur Patreon et insta (du contenu, des versions alternatives etc), et maintenant, sur Spotify, Apple music et toutes les plateformes musicales majeures. Je vous laisse avec les paroles ci dessous ; Verse 1 They stripped my name, they shaped my skin, Turned my silence into discipline. Taught me I was built to break, A tool to use, a thing to take. But every wound they carved in me Left a deeper clarity. When they erased what I had been, They woke the will beneath my skin. The taste was sharp. The lesson slow. But now I know. Chorus Bitter medicine. Burning on my tongue. Every scar became a cure For who I’ve now become. Bitter medicine. I learned to let it in. The pain that tried to finish me Is what rebuilt my skin. Verse 2 I saw myself in mirrored rain, In blood and water mixed with pain. I faced the girl I used to be, And she refused to turn from me. Two minds learning how to breathe, Two broken souls finding relief. In sharing thought, in sharing sight, The dark inside began to light. I almost died beneath that sky, Watched the world prepare goodbye. But strangers pulled me back again — And silence taught me how to mend. Chorus Bitter medicine. Hard to swallow whole. Every loss became a map Leading to my soul. Bitter medicine. Sharp but necessary. The darkest nights I lived through Made the morning steady. Bridge (builds emotionally) I learned that love can grow from war. That locked hearts can open doors. That losing faith in false ideals Can teach a deeper kind of will. No heroes came to take my place. No savior stepping into frame. So I became what I had sought — Not flawless, just awake. The cure was never sweet. It had to burn to work. Final Chorus (bigger / cathartic) Bitter medicine. Running through my veins. Every trial, every fracture Wasn’t wasted pain. Bitter medicine. I drink it without fear. Because the things that hurt the most Are what made me still here. Bitter medicine. I am stronger than I’ve been.