post natal depression..
I often drift back to when they took you from me
The shame, pain, the strain on my brain! Was pure agony!
My mind twisted like a sailors knot. Then tossed out to sea
A hopeless devotee from now till eternity
Wires crossed, message lost with distorted reality
The life that I have given, calling, screaming out to be free
Your eyes pure blue, full of tears, my love now replaced by new born fears
A knot in my stomach I cannot ignore, just like the Mormon always knocking at your door
You know it’s coming, but you know not when. It returns time and time again
The wretched screaming from deep within! No remission of sin
Insanity now reality, the cruelty now depravity
Love turns to rage distorted contorted like a tiger which escaped from it’s cage
Free to express its unbridled frustration and anguish. A violent demonstration of mothers love contradistinguish
The explosion was massive I was out of control, gripping, crippling, ever closer to the black hole.
The cry was more like shards of glass smashing! penetrating, piercing, grab a knife and start slashing!
Volatile yet fragile like nitro glycerin. Hands over head about to commit the unforgiveable sin
Something inside stops me in just in time. I’m still screaming,” PLEASE STOP CRYING!”
So confused all I could do was cry, how I would have gladly sat and watched my baby die
Alone in this darkness I could no longer endure! I needed help! I have a problem! I want a cure!
In the seventies there was no post natal depression. Crazy! Mad! According to the fucken medical profession
The depression that followed was the shit hole of hell, caged like an animal in my own padded cell
The shame, pain, the strain on my brain! Was pure agony!
My mind twisted like a sailors knot. Then tossed out to sea
A hopeless devotee from now till eternity
Wires crossed, message lost with distorted reality
The life that I have given, calling, screaming out to be free
Your eyes pure blue, full of tears, my love now replaced by new born fears
A knot in my stomach I cannot ignore, just like the Mormon always knocking at your door
You know it’s coming, but you know not when. It returns time and time again
The wretched screaming from deep within! No remission of sin
Insanity now reality, the cruelty now depravity
Love turns to rage distorted contorted like a tiger which escaped from it’s cage
Free to express its unbridled frustration and anguish. A violent demonstration of mothers love contradistinguish
The explosion was massive I was out of control, gripping, crippling, ever closer to the black hole.
The cry was more like shards of glass smashing! penetrating, piercing, grab a knife and start slashing!
Volatile yet fragile like nitro glycerin. Hands over head about to commit the unforgiveable sin
Something inside stops me in just in time. I’m still screaming,” PLEASE STOP CRYING!”
So confused all I could do was cry, how I would have gladly sat and watched my baby die
Alone in this darkness I could no longer endure! I needed help! I have a problem! I want a cure!
In the seventies there was no post natal depression. Crazy! Mad! According to the fucken medical profession
The depression that followed was the shit hole of hell, caged like an animal in my own padded cell