The snow is falling outside,
and as I sit inside my cozy home,
I wonder where my sister is today.
Is she out on the streets to roam?
Diagnosed with mental illness;
first as Schizophrenic, and then Bipolar.
I've watched her slowly decline,
and I feel now I barely know her.
Once a bright and shining person;
she was a busy mom and wife.
Now she is a drug addict,
her life is filled with much strife.
I can't imagine what is in her mind,
to most her stories are SO unreal.
She usually scares off most people,
and I sometimes know how that feels.
Last time I saw my younger sister,
she was in desperate need of her meds.
She refused to take them though...
"I am just fine", she said.
I have not seen her for months now,
since my family had to take a stand.
She has stolen from and used all of us,
and still stays with a drug pushing man.
Of course I love my sister dearly,
and wish there was more that I could do.
My family is sad and devastated,
for what life has put her through.