Depressed Child

Mother was a partier

She enjoyed her nights out

She didn’t care about our dad then

She forgot about her children

She just wanted her freedom

Dad was a house man

He cooked for his children

Worked hard to feed us

Tried to make things work

He drank till he passed out

I’m not saying I’m confused

I’m just saying this doesn’t work out

How can things just turn out like this?

I got fear from those memories

I got depression from their hatred

Anxiety came from all their shouting and fighting

I’m not saying they ruined my life

But they played a hand in helping ruin it

Mum up and walked out

Finally had enough of our life

Not bothered to even look back

Dad kept on fighting

Every day he was struggling

Starving himself just to feed us

Yet when night came he drank till he passed out

I’m not saying I am confused

I know I am depressed and a mess

I know this mess came from my childhood

It came from a childhood no child can run from

We must be lost

How can all these parents forget their children?

We must be lost

How can all these children be put through such things?

We must be lost

How can someone expect a child to survive such a bad upbringing?

Don’t call me broken

I had a messed up life

The effects still run deep

But I am standing here strong

Fighting each day to survive to the next

While I look back and wonder

How a child could have survived all that misery

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