I like this excerpt from the song "YK" by Cean Jr.:

"You're my remedy for all the pain that's hurting me."

I used to believe that.
That his presence was the medicine—
the one thing that made the pain bearable.

But I’ve come to realize something deeper, something heavier:
He is both the cause and the cure of my pain.
He broke me, and yet, he’s the only one I longed for to feel whole again.

When he came close, the ache would fade.
But it was only because he was the one who left it there in the first place.
I mistook the comfort of his return for healing.
I thought relief meant repair.

But healing isn’t silence.
And comfort isn’t closure.
No one can truly fix what they were the first to destroy.
And maybe that’s the tragedy—
that the only person who can truly take the pain away
is the same person who gave it to me.