Just like a faded flower in an autumn fall,
A withered leaf right beyond that hall,
Everything gets lifeless,
Everything is pale,
Everything seems hopeless,
They say, ‘Life is full of hope’
Am I still living ?
Or just existing?
‘Life is beautiful’
But living in this catastrophe feels painful,
There are storms, thunders, and hurricanes,
There are flames and fires burning you slowly,
There are monsters living under your bed,
There are voices screaming in your head,
‘Kill yourself.
Kill yourself.
Kill yourself.’
Spinning like an old cassette.

Depression is wearing an immaculate white dress and a happiest face,
And a joyful smile that can blind anyone’s gaze,
Stand before the mirror, see yourself clearer,
Beyond your reflection is a stranger,
A different person, familiar and unknown,
Eyes, full of tears and scars and pleas,
Soul, shattered into pieces was lost and never found,
And behind the mask, are millions of truth unfold

Depression is standing at the top of the highest skyscrapers,
Just jump and you’ll be free,
Your heart is beating erratically and you’re out of breathe,
You feel the wind swaying your body,
You feel yourself drowning slowly,
You feel your soul becomin’ empty,
Cold hands from nowhere rose as they pull you down,
And wonder, ‘Where is everyone?’

Light wasn’t found,
As darkness embraces every ounce of tears,
Drowning and dying, bit by bit
No one saves me
No one helps
No one cares
No one opens their eyes
Behind that pretentious mask of a laughing face,
Is a pained and broken soul
I live in a blinded city where eyes are covered with lies

Just the moment when I thought I've reached the end,
Just the moment when I thought I’ve been sequestered,
A flower still bloom after the war,
A rainbow, with flying colors, stipple
Was almost losing hope, spring dawned...