You realize you have no one to count on when you're sad and depressed inside
And even the closest person to you doesn't see it,
Or doesn't want to see it.
Life continues without you,
What you've built was just an illusion.
So you make your tears dry,
You put on make-up,
You draw a smile on your lips,
And you keep acting as if everything was okay.
But being depressed is not a crime,
You have the right to cry,
You have the right to be broken,
And mostly, you have the right to exist.
