Replacement therapy

''Replacement therapy,''
I never thought it bad.
At least, that was until I left.

It took you three weeks to make a new boy,
and when you discovered you were out of joy.

Was I really not more than merely a game?
I know it for sure now, you're really not sane.

The boy should be four now,
and I shed my tears for my earlier fears,
for my fears in my young years,
and yes, that was you.

The nightmares keep coming, whatever I do.
I just hope Daniel doesn't hate life,
'cause I know I do.