My Sisters Tears

Until it affects someone we love,

We don’t even know it’s there.

It’s really not our problem,

So why should we care?

The facts are quite shocking,

One in four they say

Will suffer from depression

In their lives one day.

There’s hardly a scar anymore

For this serious mental flaw.

But no one knows where it will strike next,

It’s just the luck of the draw I suppose.

No one would choose to live with it,

And some don’t even try.

I see my sister suffering

And all she can do is cry.

Most people would turn the other way,

They’ve been doing it for years.

But I must face the pain I see,

In my sisters tears.

by funkipunk