Analysis of Worstdays

In late April I tore
In May the tears began
The summer did not liberate from the pain  Fireworks. Heat, sentiments of the things they loved
Someone,
Something?
Give me respite!
Falling into family obligations
You hold me up,You pull us together
"Though someone is missing we have eachother."
Holidays and home,  acumens to the void bond us .
Your steady ground, you're holding hands.
But
It creeped up like ivy saping the begining rays of light killing your sprouts of joy.

For in May
A heart broke again
bring tears and sadness and guilt
multitudes of wonder and worry.
While you cared and nurtured and cured
Who was healing you ?