your mother

 i sit by your bed,
 the hours slip by
holding your hand
not ready for good-bye
i know you can hear me
it's the way that you breathe
exhaling so softly
i drop to my knees
so lost in my head
i pray to your god
for some kind of comfort
but i find it not
your body before me
your thoughts i don't know
people just watching
but its not a show
my heart is breaking
yet they want to see
not one private moment
between you and me
then she walks in
the cause of your death
i hate her with passion
with all i have left
don't touch his face
walk back out that door
give him his peace
he doesn't need you anymore
i hate you. i hate you
you stole what was mine
you cheated us all
yet it wasn't a crime
give away babies
they'll turn out fine
it doesn't always work
how we had in mind
so don't shed your tears
for you i don't care
you should be where he is
his life should've been spared