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.