Negativity is a recyclable
My mom was recently diagnosed with cancer,
Iím begging the heavens please God donít take her.
I feel like a failure.
I need another chance to make her proud.
Please help me get up off the ground .
Maybe what Iím missing is the person she was.
I came across an old picture of us,
and it stopped me in my tracks.
Iíd go back in time and be a better daughter.
Of course it would be easy to blame my biological father.
He didnít give up because you canít quit if you donít even try.
Great now Iím gonna cry.
A relationship that was never built.
Remembering all the tears I spilt.
Why are negative emotions easier to recycle?
This trauma is a never ending cycle.
Around and around we go.
No matter how high I am,
I eventually feel low.
I know like the expression goes.
ďYou canít have a rainbow without the rain.Ē
I just wish I could have happiness without the pain.