I Am Wounded

I didn't ask to get postpartum depression.
It's not something you can help.
And treating me like a dog and not helping me
Was.
You stole my baby from me
Now all I am is a shell of sorrow.
Regrets
Alone .
If I could go back and run away from your abuse before you took him.
The ghost of my tiny baby all around me.
If theres a God didn't he hear him cry for me?
Im crying for him too.
If I could go back and not get sick.
But I couldn't help it.
Im punished.
My son is punished.
No one does anything.
I hope you rot in hell .