The ones who haven’t held a crying infant at 4 am.
A baby that doesn’t want suck and can’t tell you what is wrong.
What nightmare or ghost disturbed its dreams.
Just please go back to sleep.

The ones who haven’t been exhausted by birth
and expected back at work the next day.

The ones who friends stayed around 
Instead of going radio silent
The moment a bit of trouble hit .

The ones who haven’t been alone
With the weight of the entire world 
A mere 10lbs in their hands.
Sleep deprived and feeling worthless.

They can’t understand.

You can’t understand unless you have walked that lonesome road.
The one leading to hell.

Can’t understand how oblivion calls to you.
Just let me rest.

I turned around before I got too far,

But I was close enough that I can tell you exactly how it happened.