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My dad, with depression It's probably not a new thing There are other things to think about, talk about, walk and live our lives about, We never talked about it Until we did I wasn't wearing my glasses ; I cried You cried Mum came in I cried again I cried in the shower and I cried into my breakfast, staring off into the distance I've always known I realise that now - I've always known It all fits, a poster book My dad, with depression To paraphrase a friend, it ***** It ***** for you, and it ***** for my brother Who'll grow up with these experiences and yet have no name for them Accept them as normal Until one day there not One day you're old enough and yet you're somehow never old enough to hear that It continues I continue to attempt understanding We don't talk about it Sometimes I talk to Mum Half truths ; not saying the words I am not built to do this Is anyone? A whole history, hidden from me, is revealed Of medicine and doctors and councillors I don't know how my brother feels about it ; I don't know how to feel about it My dad, with depression Time rolls on, and I with it
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
My dad, with depression
My dad, with depression It's probably not a new thing There are other things to think about, talk about, walk and live our lives about, We never talked about it Until we did I wasn't wearing my glasses ; I cried You cried Mum came in I cried again I cried in the shower and I cried into my breakfast, staring off into the distance I've always known I realise that now - I've always known It all fits, a poster book My dad, with depression To paraphrase a friend, it ***** It ***** for you, and it ***** for my brother Who'll grow up with these experiences and yet have no name for them Accept them as normal Until one day there not One day you're old enough and yet you're somehow never old enough to hear that It continues I continue to attempt understanding We don't talk about it Sometimes I talk to Mum Half truths ; not saying the words I am not built to do this Is anyone? A whole history, hidden from me, is revealed Of medicine and doctors and councillors I don't know how my brother feels about it ; I don't know how to feel about it My dad, with depression Time rolls on, and I with it
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phoebe-caitlin
English
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
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