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Postpartum Depression

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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