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 statistics are quite shocking,
One in four they say
Will suffer from depression
In their lives one day.
There’s not much stigma anymore
For this serious mental flaw.
But no one knows where it will strike,
It’s just the luck of the draw.
No one would choose to live with it,
And some don’t even try.
I see my daughter suffering
And all she can do is cry.
Most people turn the other cheek,
They’ve been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see,
In my daughter’s tears.
Done By: Annabel Shiela
