Depression is Grave

I am a desolate girl who hides behind a smile.

I wonder what other people's lives are like.

I see the bad consequences, not the good.

I want to be a good person.

I am a desolate girl who hides behind a smile.

I pretend I am always okay, so my family will not worry.

I feel homesick even at "home".

I touch my bed and I never want to leave it.

I worry that my life will not be successful.

I cry over the little things, not the big ones.

I am a desolate girl who hides behind a smile.

I understand that nothing lasts forever in this world.

I say so many things that I later regret.

I dream of having so much more to live for.

I try to see the good in life, but sometimes it is hard.

I hope to live in a city, somewhere with a faster pace.

I am a desolate girl who hides behind a smile.