We wake, we live,we laugh,we cry
We become blind to those who die inside.
Telling themselves lies
"You are the unworthy kind"
Fighting an unending battle
All alone and the fear rattles
Society can't save their live
Tagged​ them names,
they feel ashamed.
They breathe in the dark
For the sun acts like a spotlight
Revealing their unspoken misery.
Brainwashed, with a thought
of being more than dead,
they are misfits.

So you and I let's unite
Set aside our selfish hype.
Don't just pin the green ribbon to your shirt
But keep in mind, they are not different
There is no such thing as "their kind"
Depression is a phase most of us will encounter.
Like any other problem there is an answer.
Let's communicate-love,joy,hope,peace,
Reach out,
We need each other
Unite join the fight.