If I had a daughter with depression
Who almost took her life
Swallowing bottles of pills
She was more than someone’s wife
She had worked and raised a family
She would cook and clean and shop
She did so much laundry
There was little time to stop
I didn’t know she was suffering
I didn’t know she was depressed
Did I do something wrong
If I did, I would confess
If I had a daughter with depression
I’d know just what to do
Because I suffer from depression
I’d know what she’s going through
By, Randee Saber 6/28/06
