When the darkness came with postpartum psychosis.

 It’s her not me
 
 the tear that rolled down her cheek
 It told many secrets and not many lies

 It’s the truth that she did seek
 Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks
 Day by day she felt slightly weak
 the sadness faded away

When night became day
 But again she did not find the truth

 That she did seek
 All she felt was to weep
 She travelled many miles
 through her busy mind
 Until the beats began to stop
 There was no ticking as a clock

 Time stood still for a moment
 Almost peaceful, no sadness
 No feeling to bare or time to care
 She felt the sadness seep back into her heart
 And she felt there was no place, no where to start

 But again we still did look for the truth she did seek that made her feel so weak
 The feeling of loosing felt so vast
 All it did, was feel like it didn’t pass
 She fought and fought until there was no battle to win
 But no one knew the battle
 She fought with her own thoughts