Unable to withstand.


Depression has controlled my mother's life.

No one can understand what she's going through.

I wish I can cut the pain with a knife

But not even I, myself, can acede to.

All I can try to do is give her love.

She has lost her fight, can't take no more pain.

The woman who once had light in her's gone.

She has lately looked at me with disdain.

She's bottled up so much, she's exploding

due to the loss of her sons, my brothers.

The sight of her weakness is quite shocking

It is getting worse and that's what bothers.

I think my mother is gone without a doubt

the depression 's depth won't let her come out.

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