Simply by going on

This poem is in the point of view of a character of mine, an older sister. I myself have no siblings so it might not have that sibling energy.

Simply by going on

Simply by going on and on,

Depression has entered our souls like fog

I can see my siblings lose motivation

to even move their mouth to talk

Depression has entered our souls like fog

One brother has daggers in his eyes and refused

To even move his mouth to talk

I see the distance in his eyes, his soul is bruised

My brother had daggers in his eyes and refused

to smile or laugh

I see the distance in his eyes, his soul is bruised

My heart can't take it, so I love on his behalf

The second smiles and laughs

He jokes of his demise

My soul can’t take it, so I fight on his behalf

He and sanity have cut all ties 

My brother jokes of his demise

He spills all his tears at night

He and sanity have cut all ties

And for him my heart cries

He spills all his tears at night

His ego makes him rough and tough

And for him my heart cries

My heart and soul could never be enough

His ego makes him rough and tough

He would never let his pride be harmed

My heart and soul would never be enough

Their souls and hearts are armed

He would never let his pride be harmed

And I would never see him truly smile again

Their souls and hearts are armed

And they’re in immense pain,

I would never see them smile again

I fight for them, for a chance.

They’re in immense pain

so I hope for change

I fight for them, for a chance

As the oldest and as their caretaker

I hope for change

I live to make their lives better

As the oldest and as their caretaker

I want to hold them closer

I live to make their lives better

I’d sacrifice anything to see hope in their eyes, even the slightest sliver

I want to hold them closer

I want to tell them everything they want to hear

I’d sacrifice anything to see hope in their eyes, even the slightest sliver

I’d fight their demons myself and get rid of them altogether

I want to tell them everything they want to hear

And keep the truth to myself

I’d fight their demons myself and get rid of them altogether

And keep mine in the corner to dwell

 Depression entered our souls like fog

Simply by going on