I try and help her ease her pain.
Her lack of energy and emotion
is keeping us strained.
Her mind plays tricks on her
and keeps her obsessed
on anxieties that make no sense.
I watch her struggle to understand,
knowing I can't do much
but lend a hand.
Take out the trash,
give her a ride,
distract her from what lies
inside her mind.
I hear her say,
I used to be strong,
I used to be brave,
I used to let music drift me away.
While I see her depressed,
I crack a joke,
I try and inspire her
with moving words.
It ends up the same,
alone in a home
with no one to hold,
living in a past
that no longer roams.
If I could heal you,
make you the sister
I once knew,
I think to myself,
oh how I wish I could.
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