Do you see me?
Or the person I pretend to be,
I have a fake smile,
To show you I'm walking an extra mile.
Can't you see?
What this has done to me,
I'm a walking corpse,
On set with masks as my props.
I'm already dead,
You think I'm overly dramatic, I bet.
That's all I am, right?
I can't do this on my own, try as I might.
Not good enough,
Not even for my own love.
I hold you all dear,
Which is why I hide each tear.
I wish you could see
What depression has done to me.
