Tears...
as the tears tripple down her cheek,
i sit there and think.
Is the child becoming the mother?
What do i do when my mother is depressed?
Run and hide like i did when i was five?
Do i stay there and let her have like it was nothing more than a habit?
My sister just laughs it off.
My mother needs help, no one can help her.
She wont let them.
She built up a wall around her heart,
she won't even let her own child into.
So grab another bottle mommy.
We know you want to.
Drink me out of your life.
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