They don't understand
No one believes that I am depressed
Depression becomes a privilege
People are eager to make judgments and suggestions
They never really know what I am going through
Depression becomes a privilege
To others I have a perfect life
They never really know what I am going through
I don't know how to end this feeling.
To others I have a perfect life
No one heard my silent struggling
I don't know where to end this feeling
It's a part of who am I
No one heard my silent struggling
People think I am trying to find excuses
It's a part of who am I
No one believes that I am depressed.
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