In hindsight I should've known,

The wounds from this love cannot be sewn,

Or fixed with another heart,

There are no replacements for you,

Everyday feeling so down,

So blue,

It's hard to remember the good,

When in reality it was only there for a moment,

And gone the next,

Mother,

If only you were sweeter,

Kinder,

Alot less bitter,

Of my birth,

Maybe living would be alot more easier.