Mom its hard to live with out you
But still i continue to try.

People say it gets easier but im
Still broken inside.

They say its good to have memories
But how can that be true.

When everytime i remember them
It brings back the pain of you.

I cry myself to sleep at night
You come to me in dreams.

Telling me that your ok and
Death isn't want it seems.

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