Postpartum Depression

When he was born
Dad lost his wife
How bittersweet
No time to grieve
Dad got a job
He's not his mom
Provide for his son
All on his own

Husband, Father, Wife, Mother, Child
Family complete, all settled down
No -fuck all that- kill my damn wife
Hopefully I, raise my boy right

Dad got a job
Dove in head first
Data gathered, (For a)
Social Network
Finds socialists
Sells them Sickles
He's on all day
And He scrolls through your posts
Anxiety stoked
Cause All of his friends
They're still eloped

Husband, Father, Wife, Mother, Child
How it is supposed to be now
No -fuck all that- end my damn life
Hopefully I, raise my boy right



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Writer(s): Nathaniel Havens
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