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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Just a month ago I had a new baby brother. I play with him a lot, but I'm really concerned about my mother. She really gets upset when she can't calm baby from his cries. She tells me she's okay, but I see sorrow in her eyes. I'm really young so I don't know...this is my confession. So I ask daddy what's wrong with mom, "Postpartum depression." Not knowing what that means, I say, "Okay," and go my way. I go to my room and with my toys I begin to play. Daddy comes in and hugs me hard, I shout out, "Dad, that hurt!" "Sorry, just wanted to show that I love you before I'm off to work." Later in the day, here I am playing in my room. I hear the baby crying, but suddenly silenced by a boom. I hear my mom crying, she then lets out a wicked roar. The baby has died, he was thrown violently to the floor. I'm weeping and wailing, "Why mom?! What did you do that for?!" She's going off, she's screaming, "I can't take this anymore!" She then starts for me, but I run and hide under the bed. I'm thinking, "She killed my brother and now... now she wants me dead." "For the nine months I carried you," She screams "I thought you were the end of my sorrow. Now I regret having you. You will not live to see another tomorrow!" Suddenly I'm grabbed by the legs. She pulls me from under my bed. She then grabs a pillow and proceeds to put it over my head. I'm screaming. I'm crying, "Mom, please let me go!" I hear her faint voice shouting, "No, for you to have to go!" I'm losing my breath. My cries turn to silent sighs. Now I know how it feels when one is about to die. My body goes limp. I can no longer fight, there's nothing left. "What did I do to deserve this?" I have just taken my last breath. This was a fictional story, but in the real world this could be true. Mom, if you ever think of hurting your baby, then listen, I'm talking to you. This mother murdered her children, then proceeded to take her own life. Leaving a grieving husband alone, crying night after night. This may be harsh of a poem, but to you, let this be a lesson. Go and seek help if you are suffering from postpartum depression.
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