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.