black and white  the days go by
wondering about the future
what it may hold and where I might die
or am I just an intruder

You say i'm okay
that I will survive
but  yet
I struggle to strive

'cause you see my friend
depression is real
not just a trend
not unreal.

And still, I see myself smiling
living
not dying

I see hope for tomorrow
laughter and joy
not just sorrow
not just destroy.