Originally written eleven years ago today:
A wound so deep has opened within my soul.
Tormenting me while I sleep, and waking me into a world so cold.
Something's missing every morning, as each new morning brings despair.
Something taken without warning, something precious no longer there.
I remember when you held me, I remember when you spoke softly to calm my dreams.
I remember when I expelled you, now no end to your exile it seems.
How I long for you to tell me, that I'm not a failure in your eyes.
How I long to see the compassion, you always gave me hadn't died.
A wound so deep has opened within my heart.
No chance to rebuild the bridges, that I had torn apart.
I miss you mum.
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