To everyone I am happy, without a care,
But I do not compare.
Life is weary,
Days are dreary,
Such grief I feel.
I do not think my soul can heal.
No one to turn too, no one will hear,
Isn't it queer?
Depression and loneliness in my head,
No one to think of except the dead.
Long from dying,
My emotions hiding,
Now, I sit and wait.
