I wonder if depressed people were chosen to be...
and others were just meant to be happy...

Can't these scars disappear,
along with these tears...

I sit and wonder,
have I messed up everything...

I'm an angel who is sweet and kind,
but because of the things i have gone through...

These scars show the pain I'm in,
I know people see them...

A girl walks through the halls,
small and petite...

One bad day,
Can make a person want to die, but please hold on...

I feel lost,
I can't find the right door to go through...

Sitting on my window sill,
watching the snow softly fall to the ground...

I'm trapped inside a world of depression and hate,
let me out please...

It doesn't matter if today went good,
you still may have pain...

My smile is broken,
you made it this way...