The first to break my heart was my mother.

A mother is meant to soothe and hold you

Not to glare and scold you.

She is meant to love you through it all.

Not to tell you that it’s your fault.

And when you confide in her, she’s meant to believe you.

What she’s never supposed to do is leave you.

Yes my mother was the first to let me down, the first to break my heart.

And if you can’t trust the one who raised you, then what?

Who’s left to trust?