this is a sad poem

[babii_bekki]

I used to call her mommy.
I used to be filled
With joy and delight
At her very presence.
I use to look up to her.
She was my hero.
I thought she could do anything,
And everything.
She was my mommy.
I never thought
She could do those things
She has done to me.
I would have never guessed
She was capable of this.
The days turned
From sweet to sour.
The night turned
From peace to fright.
The wounds are deep;
Deeper than the deepest ocean.
They do not heal,
They only become deeper still.
Six years have gone by
Since my mom has died,
In my eyes.
I don't understand.
Why did things change?
What happened?
Was it my fault?
Could I have stopped it?
What happened to my mommy?
Where did my hero go?